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My Very Personal Maid Ch. 1

By: Tawny T



I carefully hung my clothes in my clothes closet and had just closed the door when there was a knock on my door. I had just put on my night gown. "Come in, Daisy." I called. 

The door opened and Daisy, Auntie's maid came in. As usual, at this time of the evening, she was also dressed in her night gown. She had been putting Auntie to bed, and came in to turn down my bed and see if I needed anything.

She bustled around the room, a lovely girl two years my senior. Her long red hair was braided and hung down past her waist. As a good servant, she seldom looked me in the eye, when she did she quickly looked down. She had a lovely flawless complexion with no freckles, so rare among redheads. As she moved I could see her full breasts under her gown, unfettered by an under brassiere, jiggle and sway. I envied her full breasts. Mine were smaller and pointed and I have wished many times mine were larger, fuller. Like Daisy's breasts, as I imagined they looked nude.

I usually wear my long hair in a French bun. It makes me look older, more sophisticated. I let my hair down and sat at my dresser and began to comb it as I usually did before retiring. Daisy came up behind me. 

"Would you like me to comb your hair, Mum?" I nodded. She took my brush and began to brush my hair in long slow strokes. It felt very sensual. In the mirror I watched her image. She blushed prettily when she say me watching her. Her breasts continued to sway as she stroked down with the brush. For some reason this caused my desire to rise. 

"Will there be anything else, Misses," she asked as she finished. 

My brow furrowed. I stood up and turned. "Yes, Daisy. Come closer." 

She moved in front of me and stood expectantly. "Take down your hair." With no hesitation she reached back and pulled her hair around, untied the ribbon on the end and quickly combed her hair out with her fingers. It fell shining, full and long behind her. 

"Brush it out." I said handing her the brush. She brushed it in long strokes. I watched as she did. Her hair shone a reddish stream. What a beautiful young woman. She laid the brush aside. A thought grew full blown in my mind, why, I'll never know. "Now, unbutton your gown." I told her.

"Mum?" She asked puzzled.

"Unbutton your gown!" I said firmly. Here eyes dropped and she slowly unbuttoned her gown. "Now slip it down to your waist." She hesitated. "Do you want me to get a cane and thrash you?" I would never ever do that, but she did not know that.

"Oh no Mum, please don't. It's just..."

"Do It!" I said, making my voice hard. "Now, Daisy!" 

She slid her gown down, revealing the swells of her upper snowy bosom. She hesitated a moment then slid it lower revealing perfect nipples. Her breasts were full and round, her skin flawless. My eyes popped wide. They were the most beautiful I had ever seen. The nipples were small knobs set on the larger pink aureole, which was smooth and a swollen cone shaped. Pale blue veins ran under the skin of her bosom. There was no droop to her lovely full breasts.

"You have the loveliest breasts I have ever seen, Daisy. They are so full, and round, and the nipples swollen."

"Thank you, Mum." She said smiling shyly. "Will that be all?" She was anxious to leave. 

I felt a flutter in my stomach. What was I going to really do? "No, slip your gown all the way off." I said firmly, leaving no room for doubt.

She slid the gown down and stepped out of it, putting it aside. She stood barefooted, clad in only plain white cotton pantaloons that reached to her ankles. 

"Now the pantaloons." Again she hesitated. "Now Daisy!"

Slowly she slid them down, revealing her slightly rounded stomach and lower till they revealed her abundant curly, reddish bush covering her cunny. She slid them further down and stepped out of them but put them in front to hide her cunny. 

"Put them down. I want to see you naked." I said somewhat softer. She dropped them at her feet. "Stand up straight. You have a beautiful body. Be proud of it!" I walked around her. She was superb. I felt a strange heat flow through me. Perhaps it was the power I held over her. 

She had worked for Auntie for eight years, since she was twelve. She knew I had the power to have her fired. She helped support her widowed mother and younger sisters. Auntie paid her well and she knew if she was fired she would have a hard time getting another job paying as well. Her buttocks were round and lovely, her legs shapely.

I moved in front of her. I saw a tear in her eye. "Don't cry Daisy, I won't hurt you. You are so beautiful. I envy you your body." I stepped back and caught the hem of my gown and whisked it off over my head. I stood naked before her. She averted her eyes. I took her hand and led her to the huge mirror on my clothes closet. We stood side by side, naked.

"I wish I had as lovely a body as you." I said softly. "Look at us in the mirror."

Her eyes ran up and down my image in the mirror. They dwelled at my breasts and blonde covered cunny.

"Oh Mum, you have a beautiful body. Yours is much prettier than mine. I'm so big. My breasts are too large. Soon they will droop and yours will always be firm and stick out."

"Do you have a beau?" I asked as I looked at us side by side. My body was smaller than hers, shapely. I wished it were full and voluptuous like hers. 

"Yes, Mum. He's a farrier. He shoes horses. He's tall and strong."

"Has he seen you like this? Naked?" I asked looking at her in the mirror.

She blushed. "Yes Mum."

"Has he made love to you?"

"Mum!" She said abashed.

"Has he?" I asked firmly.

"Yes Mum" She blushed prettily. 

I imagined her lying back, thighs spread, her beau between them thrusting lustily. . My cunny tingled. I moved in front of her. I reached out and touched her breasts, stroking her velvet skin. It was warm and so soft. Her eyes closed. I cupped her breasts and ran my thumbs over her nipples. She sighed.

"Oh, please Missies Diana." She protested softly.

"Does he stroke them like this?" I said as I weighed them in my hands, slid my hands over her smooth soft skin. Her breath trembled.

"Yes, Mum." She said softly, opening her eyes and watching my hands move over her breasts. 

I took her swollen nipples between my fingers and pulled slightly then rolled them a little as I did when I excited myself in bed. "Does that feel good, Daisy?" I asked softly.

"Oh, yes, Mum. Please stop!"

"Why Daisy? Why should I stop?" I continued to pull gently on her nipples. 

She hesitated, and blushed again. "Mum, it's not right. It's getting me excited."

I moved behind her and slid my body up against hers. Her skin was hot and smooth. I reached around and cupped her breasts lifting and stroking them. I felt her nipples harden and grow firm. I peeped over her shoulder at the image in the mirror. It was so erotic. I became bolder. I slid a hand lower to strok her softly rounded stomach, and then lower to cup her reddish cunny. Her pubic mound was firm, prominent. Our image in the mirror was very erotic. She watched, eyes wide.

"Don't tell me you have never made love with another girl? You have, haven't you? Tell the truth!" I whispered in her ear, burying my face in her red hair, nuzzling her ear. Her hair smelled of a violet soap, clean and sweet smelling.

She moaned as I teased her, slipping a finger inward into her prominent cleft. She gasped. A little pressure and I felt her hot wetness. Her firm buttocks pressed back against mine and her hand moved atop mine pressing my hand harder against her liquid cunny. 

"You have, haven't you, Daisy?" My voice was husky with desire. I moved my finger slightly feeling it slide against her slippery wet flesh. "Tell me."

"Oh yes, Mum. I have a very good friend, Betsy, you've seen her come here often." Her head pressed back against mine. "We grew up very close and we have made love many times."

I moved my arms and turned her to me. I pulled her close, felt her body melt into mine. Her breasts pressed and seemed to flow over mine, her nipples hard points. Her hips pressed forward and she sighed softly. Her softly rounded stomach pressed warmly against mine. I pressed my pubic mound against hers. We kissed, softly and slowly. Her tongue slid out tentatively and I opened my lips, letting her slip her tongue into my mouth. I gave a shudder of delight as it probed gently inside my mouth. Her hands moved to my buttocks, pulling me hard against her. 

I pulled her harder against me gasping. "Oh, Daisy, that was so wonderful. Will you make love to me? Teach me how to make love, please?"

"Are you sure, Mum? If your Aunt should find out --." She whispered against my lips. Our bodies moved, pressing, swaying. I had to know how it felt to make love with a women. I had wondered for several years since I heard women did such things.

"Not to fear. Your room is over mine, and Auntie stays in her wing. She never comes to this wing of the house at night. I can come up to your room. You have a bell, if she wants you, don't you?" I asked thrusting my hips against hers. 

"She almost never rings me at night. She sleeps so soundly. She only rings for her medicine. I already gave it to her earlier" Her hips thrust back. 

"Good, go to your room, I'll be up in a moment. None of the other servants will come to this wing tonight. Will they?" She shook her head. We pulled back. 

She and I were the only ones in this wing of the large mansion. The other servants slept upstairs in lofts in other parts of Auntie's huge mansion. We wouldn't be bothered. Daisy slipped her gown and pantaloons on and blushed prettily as she slipped out of the room.

I stood looking at my naked body in the mirror. A lovely, shapely young woman looked back at me. I was just 'blooming' as Auntie says and the image pleased me. My breasts are smaller than Daisy's but rounded cones, with small pink aureoles, and small, though prominent nipples. I slid a hand to cup my cunny, and slipped a finger down through my blonde hair and an inward. I was wet. I stroked my wet slit for a moment, closing my eyes, then upward to lightly stroke my swollen clitty. The same finger that had felt Daisy's wet slit. It felt so good. Quickly I went to the bath, ran water into the wash basin, and soaped my cunny and behind. I rinsed off and put a touch of my best perfume between my thighs. I brushed my teeth quickly. A thrill of excitement ran through me as I thought of what I was about to do.

This would actually be the second person I had made love to, the first was Bettye last year at boarding school. We were roommates, and one night as we huddled together in bed, we began kissing. We had not done it before and tried to make love. We tried it several times but were both too timid to really be good at it. We fingered each other rather inexpertly. We finally wound up fingering ourselves to a climax. We would kiss from time to time, but never went further than that. At the most daring, we would both finger ourselves to a climax while watching the other. I imagine we were too prudish. 

I slipped on my gown and slippers, and quietly as I could, eased up the stairs to Daisy's room. I heard the downstairs clock chime nine o'clock. Everyone was in bed, the house quiet. Her door was ajar slightly.

I opened the door and entered her small neat room. She had trimmed the lamp so the room was dimly lit, and turned down the bed.. I closed the door softly. Even though I knew no one was around, I couldn't help being very quiet. She stood by her bed. I took my gown and slid it off. She did the same a moment later. She had left off her pantaloons. She was so beautifully naked in the soft light..

I moved to her and we slipped together, kissing. Our hands moved up and down touching, feeling, exploring. God, it felt so good. I slid my tongue into her mouth. She tasted so good. I guessed she had just brushed her teeth too. I was on fire. We swayed together, our breathing coming quick. She pushed me back, then turning, pulled me on to the bed very gently.

"Oh, Missies Diana, you are so beautiful! I never dreamed that I would see you like this. I've seen you in you underclothes, and wished I could see you naked, but I never thought I would. I wanted to ask if I could help you in your bath, so I could see you naked. I just could not be that forward." She slid further into the bed and stroked my body. "Have you ever made love to another woman?" She asked smiling down at me.

"Woman, no. Another girl and I made love, or tried to last year in school. We were just too timid and inexperienced. It felt nice but we finally quit. We just felt too guilty, I guess." I said as her hand stroked my breast. It felt so knowing, so wonderful.

"Betsy and I have made love for a while. She sleeps over at my house quite a bit, and your Aunt lets her visit me on weekends." She giggled. "She would have a kitten if she knew Betsy and I have made love in this bed many times. We have tried lots of things." 

"Such as?" I asked as her fingers pulled at my nipples. "Oh yes, that feels so good."

"I slipped cucumbers up here and we put them inside each other. Bananas when we have them. After we use them I slip them back into the pantry and no one ever knows. One night I caught Cook slipping a huge one out of the kitchen. She made me swear I'd never tell a soul. She had a really large cucumber. She didn't know I was there to slip one out too!" We giggled at the thought of Cook and a huge cucumber.

"How do I make love to you?" I asked.

"Think of it this way, Mum. Think where else that tongue might slip. What other lips might like to have a tongue slide up and down, and inside." She slipped her tongue deep inside my mouth, darting, probing. and I gasped at the thought. Bettye and I had just used just our fingers on each other beside tongue kissing. She pulled back.

"You mean kissing each other's cunnies!" I giggled, and I knew I was blushing again. How delightfully naughty!

"Yes, Mum. Think of them as another pair of very sensitive and desirable lips. Rest assured you will enjoy it. Sometimes I think it feels more wonderful then having a cock pushing in and out. It's a different kind of feeling. Do you know about your 'little man in the boat'?" She asked.

"My clitty?" I giggled. "I discovered it years ago."

"You have not felt anything till you feel an experienced tongue, and lips, suck and lick your clitty. If I tell you something will you swear never to tell a soul?"

"I swear!" I said. My interest peaked.

"My boyfriend loves to kiss my cunny. He licks and kisses it, and sticks his tongue deep in me. I get so excited. He can make me 'cum' several times before he sticks his cock inside me. If any of the other men knew he did it they would make fun of him. It tisn't 'manly.' Men make fun of 'cunt lappers!' He does that to me till I 'cum' several times, then I take his cock in my mouth and get him real hard and erect. Then we do 'it' real hard and long, and I 'cum' several times more before he shoots off. We always use a lambskin sheath so I won't get pregnant"

I squirmed at the thought. My thighs moved apart. I had sneaked to the stables several times, and seen the stallions with their immense long red cocks mount the mares. No 'proper lady' watched such!

"Would you like for me to kiss your cunny." Daisy asked, her voice hoarse with passion. 

"Oh yes, please! dear Daisy. Please!" A thrill ran through my body, I felt goose bumps form on my skin.

She moved over me and straddled my body. She kissed my lips and stroked my breasts. I reached up and caught a breast in each hand cupping them, feeling their weight. Slowly she moved down my body, her lips and fingers like little butterflies against my skin. Her long red hair tickled my skin delightfully. She lay down between by thighs and spread them further as her lips kissed my tummy and moved lower. I felt the cool air on my cunny as she spread my thighs. 

Her long red hair concealed her face, I moved it aside so I could watch. Her fingers moved to my cunny and spread my lips open. I cried out as she touched my cunny with her spread tongue. She licked up and down slowly. I'd never felt anything like it. I wondered for a moment why I had never imagined this before. 

A wonderful slippery tongue, sliding up and down my spread cunny! She slid her tongue into my core and I moaned aloud. I was glad no one was in this end of the house. Her tongue slid in and probed. I wondered what my cunny juice tasted like to her. I had tasted it experimentally many times. She moved her fingers upward and pulled outward and upward. Her tongue flicked against my now exposed clitty and I cried out in passion. It sent a jolt of joy through my whole body. She reached up and grasped a pillow and slipped it gently against my face. I plunged my face in it to muffle my cries.

What she did to me for the next eternity was something I never dreamed could happen to me. My body exploded again and again. Her tongue flicked my clitty, her lips sucked and pulled on the nubbin, sending uncontrolled joy and passion through me again and again. I don't know how many times I 'came'. It was an experience I shall never forget. Finally I could stand it no more and pushed her away before she could start me up the slope of joy again. I lay weak as a kitten.

I gasping for air. She moved up beside me and kissed my face softly. She got up for a moment and brought a cool wash cloth and bathed my brow. My skin had a soft sheen of perspiration on it. When she leaned down and kissed me softly, I tasted my cunny juice all over her face. I pulled her to me and licked her face, tasting my juices. I wanted her to know how I felt, how I loved her for kissing me so deeply and so intimately.

Finally, we lay close kissing softly. I stroked her satin skin and told her how much it meant to me. When I had regained my strength, I moved over her. "Oh, sweet Daisy, let me make love to you! That was the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me and I want to give you as much pleasure as you gave me."

"Oh, Misses Diana. You don't have to. It was so wonderful to be able to make you happy. You don't have to do it to me." She said smiling up at me earnestly. I knew she meant it sincerely.

"Sweet Daisy, I want to. I've never done this and I really want to. You are the most wonderful woman in the world and I want us to be dear friends. Please let me. Teach me how! I want to learn to kiss your sweet cunny!" She relaxed and lay back.

I began with her breasts, kissing and sucking her magnificent nipples. I sucked them till they stood up hard and erect, the aureole crinkled. I licked her breasts till they were wet She coached me quietly to cup and knead them till they were firm and hard, and she said they ached wonderfully.

At her coaching I kissed and licked my way down. I kissed her soft stomach and slipped my tongue into her navel. She spread her thighs and she had me kiss and lick her thighs till she squirmed and I was salivating, my face so close to her sweet spread cunny. The scent of her sex was wonderful, so exciting to me. 

In the soft light her cunny looked like a pink flower, spread open. Her curly red cunny hair framed her rosy core. It was open and gleamed wet from her juices. A drop of her juices ran down to wet her anus. I could wait no longer and gently slid my tongue out and licked my very first cunny. Her juices were slightly salty and delicious. I licked again and again. She coached me to lick it with my tongue flat, then pointed, to slip into her core. 

Her juices seemed to flow more and more as I licked. I slid my tongue out and slipped it pointed, spearing into her center, bringing my lips down onto her core. I sucked gently, then harder. I tasted her sweet juices. I heard her moan and her hips thrust upward. I slid my tongue as far as I could into her, wishing it were twice, no three times longer. She moaned softly as I sucked and pressed my face down against her sex. I pressed down, trying to enter her core. 


My Very Personal Maid Ch. 1



Far in a distance, I heard her, "Gently, Mistress Dearest, Gently. Now, move up and find my clitty. Place your fingers at the top and pull upward, then outward, , and my 'little man in the boat' will slide out. He loves to peep out."

I did as she said and was amazed as her pale pink clitty slid in view. Mine is small like a pea, hers was much bigger, more like a large pink bean. I moved close and stared at it. Tentatively I reached out with my tongue and licked it. Daisy moaned softly. 

"Lick the underside of it softly. It's most sensitive there." She moaned as I licked it softly. "Yes, like that. Oh, Dearest. Yes! That's so wonderful. Again, again!" I continued to slowly lick her erect clitty. It seemed to get firmer and slightly longer. From playing with my own clitty, I knew if I put a finger on either side, up higher, it would stimulate the hidden shaft. I moved fingers on either side and slid them up and down, I could feel the erect shaft beneath her skin. She moaned louder. 

"Oh, yes, yes! Now suck it in and out of your lips, in and out. Yes, like that. Oh Dearest Love, I'm going to cum. Oh yes, yes." She covered her mouth with her hand, and her body bowed upward, thrusting upward against my mouth. Her legs became rigid as she came. I sucked and licked her sweet clitty till she came at least three times. I almost came at the same time. I could feel my own cunny juices flow, and my clitty ached as it was so hard. She finally went limp.

"Oh Mistress, Dearest, that was so wonderful. You made love to me so wonderfully. Now move down a little and softly use your tongue to lick my spread cunny, Don't lick my clitty, it's too sensitive still. Just lick slowly from bottom to top. My cunny is so wet and needs your tongue to lap up my juices. Taste me. Taste my love juices!" Her hips slowly pushed upward toward my tongue. 

I lay between her snowy thighs, staring at her pink flower, and licked her. Her juices tasted so wonderful, and I drank them down willingly. I spent a long time there, till her hips began to thrust upward gently at first, then urgently.

"Oh yes, you are so good. Now slip two fingers up into my wet cunny, gently."

I had slid my own fingers inside myself many times. Her cunny was so wet I needed no lubrication. I sucked her clitty, and slid first one, then a second finger up into her hot wet opening. She moaned.

"Now cross your fingers inside me, and as you push them in and out, rotate your hand. It makes it feel so much better. Yes, yes. Like that, rotate them. Now deeper. Yes! Oh, Mum, finger fuck me. Fuck my cunny, while you suck my clitty. Oh, I'm dying, Yes. Oh God, yes." She cried out as I thrust my fingers deep inside her sweet body. 

I never knew it felt so wonderful to make another person 'cum' I redoubled my efforts and Daisy went wild. Her juices flowed over my fingers, making squishy sounds as they moved in and out. When she came her cunny squeezed down on my fingers and more juices flowed out of her. Finally she grasped my hand and pulled it out of her cunny. 

Her whole body was covered with a sheen of fine sweat. I moved up beside her and kissed her cheek as she lay gasping for air. Her fine breasts gleamed, her nipples two jutting knobs. I bent over and sucked first one then the other. I licked the fine salty sweat from her breast. 

I marveled for a moment at what I had just done. When she had regained her breath we kissed. "Oh, Daisy, Dearest, you don't know how wonderful it felt to make you 'cum'. I felt so thrilled to kiss your sweet cunny, and 'finger fuck' you. It made me feel like a queen, to know that I was thrilling you. Do you feel like that when you are making love to another woman, or to your beau?"

"Oh, yes, yes! That's the what makes it all so wonderful. To give pleasure to someone, and watch them, feel them, hear them, enjoy it I hope we can do this together again. We can, can't we, Mum?" She looked almost distressed at the thought that I might say 'no'.

"Yes, sweet Daisy, Dearest Daisy. I want to be your friend. We will have to watch how we meet, and I can not, must not, show my deep affection and desire for you around others. You understand don't you?" I asked softly.

"Oh, yes, Mum. I understand. It will have to be our secret. Your aunt would dismiss me in a moment if she even suspected. I shall be your obedient servant, Mum." She grinned and kissed me, her tongue slipping quickly into my mouth. Her hand moved down to cup my cunny softly. "And secret lover!"

I looked at the clock beside her bed. It was after eleven O'clock. I knew she had to be up very early to be ready when Auntie awoke. 

"I hate to leave, Daisy, and you must get up early. This has been a night I will remember as long as I live. I can't tell you how much it has meant to me." I said kissing her sweet lips softly. My hand slipping to lightly cup her damp cunny "There will be many more nights like this, won't there? There are so many more things you can teach me."

"Oh, Mum, I wish this night of love would never end, too!" She whispered softly, a tear in her eye. "We will most certainly make love again soon." I slipped out of bed, put on my robe and slippers and kissed her one last time.

In my bed, my finger slipped down and found my clitty still firm and excited, I closed my eyes and envisioned Daisy's sweet cunny, the smell of her excitement, and swift moments later my sighs filled the room as I came strongly.

The next day went uneventfully. I treated Daisy with warm indifference when ever I saw her when anyone else was around. Once in the hall, alone, I gave her a smile, rolled my eyes in mock horror and winked at her. I heard her soft giggle as we passed.

Evening came much too slowly, and when she came to my room to turn down my bed, I was very excited sexually. I closed the door, the moment she was in the room and threw my arms around her kissing her passionately. She was startled momentarily, but soon kissed me back.

"My cunny has been on fire all day, thinking of you, and last night" I said between passionate kisses. We were two passionate lovers again.

We broke and she turned down my bed. Quickly we tiptoed up the stairs separately, minutes apart, to her bedroom. She was naked when I opened the door. My night gowns vanished, the moment the door was closed. I was naked underneath, and we raced to the bed.

As we lay kissing, fingers and hands exploring, our passions rose quickly. She pushed me away momentarily. "I have a surprise for you. Close you eyes. I think you will like it terribly." I closed my eyes and heard soft rustlings as she moved. "Now open them." 

She had turned in the bed and lay inches from me, but now we were head to foot, her sweet furry cunny inches from my face, her thigh spread. I squealed in delight. I reached out, took her hips in my hands and buried my face between her soft thighs. I remembered reading in a naughty novel smuggled into school, that the French called this a soixante nuef or 69, after the mathematical resemblance to the body positions. 

We were quickly lost in each other as her sweet lips and tongue feasted on my cunny, and I reciprocated, reveling again in giving her pleasure. Soon our moans of pleasure filled the room. She took me again and again to the height of passion with her skilled love making. My own cunny spasmed again and again. Her sweet juices flowed out and my face was gloriously wet with them. I tried to out do the previous evenings erotic adventures, and think I succeeded for we both came time and again.

Finally spent and gasping we rolled apart. Turning, we lay kissing. " I had read about the French '69', but never thought of just how it was done. I wonder what else the French do! Perhaps I could get Auntie to send me on a trip. Think what I could learn!" We both giggled. 

"There is so much more I can teach you, Mistress" We have so many nights ahead." We kissed, and they turned passionate quickly and this time it was I, who turned in the bed, lay atop Daisy and initiated the love kisses to her sweet cunny. Her thighs spread and I dropped my head down. This time I used my two fingers to 'finger fuck" her. I gasped as she slid one careful finger into me then the other. Soon we were in the throes of passion again. Our sighs and moans muffled against soft wet flesh. 

I gasped as I felt a slippery finger leave my cunny, and roll around my anus, then carefully slip inward. I had done this to myself several times guiltily. I was so thrilled as my new lover slid her finger in and out of my rear in time to her lips sucking my swollen, aching clitty. It did not take long for her to bring my excited body to a climax. We made long passionate love, seeming not to be able to get enough of each other. Finally I slipped reluctantly from her bed and went down to mine to fall asleep exhausted.

Each night I crept up the stairs into her bed and soon grew knowledgeable of her sweet lush body and the joys of love and became an adept lover - according to Daisy. One Friday evening she told me that she had asked Auntie if Betsy could come for the weekend. 

"I'm afraid you shant be able to come up for the next few nights." Daisy said

reluctantly. 

"Oh, and just who is mistress, here?" I said sternly hiding a smile. Daisy took me seriously. Her face fell and she looked down crestfallen. It was difficult to keep a stern edge to my voice. "You and I have been lovers, and you want to make me stand in the wings, while you have a roll in bed with another woman? Is this true?"

"Oh, Mum, I'm so sorry. I did not think. Of course, I shall tell Betsy not to come." She turned to go.

"And who told you to leave?" Again the stern tone. She turned back, head bowed. I reached and held her firmly by both arms. "Betsy, your friend, is she to be trusted? You haven't told her about us have you?"

"Oh no Mum, of course not, Mistress. Even if I did, which I never shall do, she would never betray me. We are closer than sisters. She would die for me, and I for her." She looked up at me fearfully.

"Good, then I shall find out what it is like to have two women make love to me at the same time, shant I?." I broke into a grin. "That is if you think she would like two women to make love to her."

It took a moment for Daisy to realize the implications of what I had just said, and that I was serious. Her face lit up with a smile so wide, and she threw her arms around me and kissed me, her body squirming with joy. 

"Oh, yes. I hardly dared hope. She is truly a friend, so clean and so kind. I am sure she will agree and never, never betray you or me! Oh, Mum, you will never regret this, never. We had talked, and wondered about if we could ever have a third woman with us, but never really trusted anyone not to betray us."

"Wonderful! But! I don't want you to tell her, or even hint" I said, a plan forming. I had to be very careful. I couldn't have a hint of suspicion, particularly coming from two women. Daisy's assurances of Betsy's loyalty aside, I must be very careful.

"Then we will do it, but we shall do it this way, and for this reason." I sat her down on the bed and explained to what we were to do. She quickly saw my reasons and agreed. It was our secret pact.

We made love that night slowly, savoring our soft kisses and caresses. We talked of Betsy's joining us. She described how lovely Betsy's body was and how I would like her. The thought of having the three of us together was so exciting. 

The next evening Daisy brought Betsy by my room to introduce her. I had seen her several times before at a distance. She had visited the mansion before.

Auntie sometimes allowed certain servants to bring guests, of the same sex, in for visits on the weekends when they weren't too busy, and when it didn't interfere with their regular duties.

Betsy was a lovely girl, a year younger than Daisy, small and dainty, with a beautiful face, framed by shining black hair that she wore in bangs and fell to collar length .on the sides and back. I was impressed by her bubbling personality, and the sparkle in her pale blue eyes. She wore a simple shift cut to tastefully show off her ample bosom. She curtsied and smiled prettily. I greeted her pleasantly, as one should when being introduced to a servant's friend. 

As Daisy left the room, she turned and winked at me. I winked back.

After dinner I went to my room and bathed. I slipped into my gown and waited for Daisy to make her nightly rounds. After tending to Auntie, she came to my room, to turn down the bed. We kissed and agreed that I should come up in five minutes. The minutes ticked slowly. I knew that upstairs the two were undressed now, and in bed. My cunny ached, and my nipples stood erect at what was going to happen. Daisy and I had planned it the night before. Finally the clock ticked the last minute and I crept up the stairs. The house was quiet as usual.

I stood outside her door several moments, and heard a loud moan from Daisy, my signal. Quietly I turned the handle, making no noise and pushed the door open and slipped inside. The light was low and Daisy and Betsy were entwined on the bed. Daisy lay on her back, thighs spread, knees raised to block Betsy's view. Between them was Betsy, her face buried in Daisy's cunny. Daisy looked over at me and smiled. I nodded. She jumped, as if startled. Her hand went to he mouth.

"What is going on here?" I asked firmly, my face in a scowl. They jumped, and rolled apart. Betsy blushed and her face was a mask of astonishment. They both pulled the bed sheets up over their naked bodies.

"Oh Mistress Diana, I'm so sorry. I - I" Daisy stuttered. I had to give her high marks for acting. She appeared to be caught totally off guard, and very guilty.

"I never! I heard strange noises in here. Just what do you think you are doing? How disgraceful! How tawdry! You both should be ashamed. Daisy, you will have to be dismissed immediately! We just cannot have such vile goings on under this roof!" I turned to go. "Pack your bags and take this woman with you!"

"Oh, please Mistress Diana, please don't. Think of my poor mother, and sisters." Daisy begged getting out of bed. She got on her knees before me. She looked up and it we all we could both do to keep to our parts. "I will do anything you ask, anything! Just don't dismiss me. Please, Mistress, please." She bowed her head pitifully.

I looked over at the bed. "And you, what do you have to say? Betsy, is it?"

I pointed to the floor beside Daisy. "Come here, instantly." She threw back the covers and shot out of bed to stand beside Daisy. "Stand up Daisy." 

Daisy arose. "Should I dismiss Daisy?" I asked Betsy.

"Oh, no Mam, please don't. It was all my fault. I pushed myself on her. She is an innocent girl. She would never have done it if I hadn't made her. She's an good girl. Honest, Mam!" Betsy begged convincingly. 

I bit my tongue hard to keep from laughing. 'Innocent?' 'First time?' Daisy kept a straight face. "Let me think." I stood looking at the two for a minute or two, letting Betsy squirm. I looked at their naked bodies. Both stood with hands covering their privates. "Stand up straight, hands at your sides." They obeyed. I walked around them. 

"I find it hard to believe that this is your first time. Daisy, the truth. Have you two done this before? " I said sternly, stopping before Daisy, looking her square in the face. "I will know a lie." I warned. 

Her head bowed slightly. "No, Mistress, we have done it before."

"Many tines?" I asked. She nodded. I looked at Betsy. She nodded.

"So your friend is trying to save your job, is this correct?"

"Yes, Mistress. She is truly a good friend. She meant no disrespect." Daisy said slowly, a pleading tone. She was playing her part well.

"All right, I will take this into consideration. I am curious though. I have heard of women loving women. Perhaps I will, - no." I said undecided.

"Oh what Mistress Diana, we will do anything you ask, oh please? What can we do?" Daisy begged convincingly.

"I want you two to continue, and I shall watch. I wish to see what it is two women do to each other. Bring me a chair, and place it her." I said sternly. 

At this point the two would have done anything I asked. Daisy sat a chair down. I pointed to the bed. They moved to it, uncertainly.

"Now, pretend that I am not here. You are alone together. Start as if you had just gotten into bed. Commence!" I said sitting down.

The two looked at each other. Daisy leaned over and kissed Betsy softly, reached and brought her hand to Betsy's breast. Her breasts were as beautiful as Daisy's full and round, with no hint of sag. Her nipples were dark points, the aureoles huge brown rings. Her cunny hair was black and glossy, like her hair. Betsy looked at me.

"Do not look at me! I am not here. Kiss her back! Your actions dictate my decision toward you two." I said coolly. 

Betsy began to kiss Daisy, and I saw her tongue slip into Daisy's mouth. She closed her eyes and began to stroke and caress her breasts. I looked at the two and my cunny began to tingle. Knowing that the two had been lovers for years made it still more exciting, and this was the first time I had ever seen two beautiful women make love. They seemed to quickly forget that I was there as their passions arose.

I watched as their nipples became swollen and jutted out. Betsy leaned down and took Daisy's nipples between he lips and sucked them hard. She caught one nipple between her teeth and pulled it. I felt a twinge run through me at the lovely hurt I imagined she was imparting to her lover. Daisy groaned her approval, and thrust her breast out. "Yesss," she hissed. "Again, harder, Love!"

Betsy moved from breast to breast nipping and pulling the nipples with her teeth. Daisy loved it. I had heard some lovers liked pain. She had never told me that she did. Betsy leaned back and took a nipple between each thumb and middle finger and pulled them, stretching them till I thought she would pull them off. Daisy's eyes were closed and I could tell she enjoyed it immensely. Betsy began to pull the nipples from side to side and up and down making Daisy's breasts bob and jump. She was stretching the nipples further than I thought possible. I was fascinated.

"Oh, God. That feels so good. Yes, Dearest. Harder!" Daisy moaned through clinched teeth. Betsy pulled and jiggled her breasts harder and faster.

"Oh, I'm on fire. Eat my cunny, it's on fire again. Please, Dearest!" 

Betsy released her hold and Daisy fell back, thighs spread and Betsy slipped between her thighs and thrust her face down, and began to lick the wide spread cunny of her friend. I leaned closer to watch. Daisy turned her head toward me and he eyes were glazed with passion. I made myself remain still. I wanted with all my heart to lean over and kiss this sweet woman, but knew I must wait. 

Betsy's fingers moved up and pulled upward and I saw Daisy's clitty, pink and swollen. As I watched Betsy began to lick and suck it. One hand moved down and she slid two, then three fingers into Betsy's slit. She pumped her hand in and out, wrist turning. I imagined what it felt like to Daisy. I could feel my own cunny juices flow.

Betsy began to move her tongue faster and faster, up and down till it seemed to vibrate. I had never seen anything like it. It must have felt unbelievable. With her tongue flicking madly, and her fingers plunging in and our of Betsy, it didn't take any time for her to cum. Daisy's hand was wet with juices. She pushed he friends hand away, and lay gasping. I sat very still, though my breathing was fast, and my passion high.

They looked at me a moment but I gave no sign to them. Daisy took Betsy's fingers and licked the juices from them.

"Now Dearest, it's my turn." Daisy said kissing her friend. They kissed for a long time, tongues fencing, hands stroking soft flesh. Daisy moved over her friend straddling her body. She rubbed her swollen nipples across Betsy's, then moved down to kiss them. Betsy's aureoles were large, fully as wide as three of my fingers, and dark chocolate color. Daisy licked and sucked them and till the nipples thrust up erect. 




My Very Personal Maid Ch. 1



My mouth watered at the sight. " Steady on", I told myself. I wanted to suck them. Daisy licked the full globes till they gleamed with her saliva. She kissed and licked the underside, the way she had taught me. Finally she moved down to Betsy's soft rounded stomach and finally, to her thighs. As Betsy spread he thighs, I leaned over to look closer. 

Her cunny hair was dark and abundant, and when she spread her thighs wide her cunny lips opened like a dark flower. Her outer lips were dark brown, and swollen. Betsy kissed and licked her thighs teasing her. Finally Betsy could stand it no more and begged her to lick her cunny. 

Fascinated, I watched as Daisy slowly caught the lips with her fingers and pulled them apart. Her core was deep pink, almost red, and gleaming with her juices. I could stand it no longer. The time had come. Slowly I spread my legs and placed my feet on the edge of the bed, pulled my gown slowly upward, and slid my hand to my own dripping cunny.

Betsy saw the movement, and even in her aroused state turned to look at me. I pretended not to notice. I leaned a little forward to watch, while my finger found my swollen clitty. I slipped my finger down to coat it with my juices and slowly rubbed it around in circles. Betsy could see my spread cunny clearly from her position. My intent!

If Daisy saw me, she gave no hint. She slid her experienced tongue out and began to lap at the spread feast. Her tongue ran up and down her lover's cunny, over and over. I could see the juices ooze out. I wondered if they would taste as sweet as Daisy's sweet cunny juice. She caught the skin at the top and pulled upward exposing Betsy's swollen clit. It was at least as large as Daisy's and perhaps a little larger, deeper pink and very lovely. Unconsciously I licked my lips.

Daisy moved slightly upward and licked Betsy's pink clitty. Betsy moaned, her face looking up at mine. I turned slightly and looked back at her. Her face glowed with passion. She looked over at my spread sex, and I spread my thighs a little wider, and angled my hips more toward her. Looking into her eyes, I slid a finger into my cunny while the other hand continued to roll and stroke my clitty. Her eyes watched fascinated. Her eyes closed a moment later as Daisy's slid two fingers up inside her and stroked in and out. It was all I could do to keep from letting my passion rule my body and bring myself to a shuddering climax. 

I looked at Daisy. Her head bobbed and moved as she alternately sucked Betsy's spread cunny and licked her clitty, all the while thrusting and rotating her fingers inside her. Betsy threshed on the bed, and her hand touched my ankle then grasped it. The shock of her touch almost make me cum. I didn't move it away.

She put her hand in her mouth to stifle her cries of ecstasy. Her hips bowed upward toward Daisy's devouring mouth and her grip on my ankle tightened almost painfully. Her orgasm went on for what seemed like minutes, then she sighed and lay panting. 

I continued to look at her spread cunny as Daisy moved away. I gazed steadily at it as she lay there. When I saw, out of the corner of my eye she had recovered, I closed my eyes and stroked my own wide spread cunny. I felt Daisy move beside me and lean down and kiss my partly open lips. I moaned softly and kissed her back. Her hand went to my breast and stroked it. A moment later her fingers unbuttoned the front and bared my swollen breasts, the nipples erect. Her hands gently kneaded my breasts and I moaned in her mouth. 

Then I felt warm hands stroke my thighs and I knew Betsy had joined us. Her hands gently pulled my hands away and replaced them. I heard her move on the bed and then felt her kisses on my thighs. Her hands went under my thighs and I cried out as her mouth found my cunny. Daisy tilted the chair back a little to give her better access to my cunny. My hands went to her head and pulled it harder against my spread cunny. She slipped her tongue inside me and it felt so wonderful. 

She was as talented, or more so, then Daisy. Perhaps it was that this was my first time to have her lick my cunny. Her sweet tongue probed and excited nerves I did not know I possessed. I let myself go and a tremendous thrill ran through my body. I had held myself back for so long it intensified the sensations a hundred fold when my climax came. Daisy's mouth helped to stifle my moans, or I would have awakened the whole household. I almost fainted the pleasure was so intense.

Then my body went limp and Daisy pulled back to give me air. Betsy moved off the bed and put her arms around me and hugged me. She kissed me gently and I tasted my cunny juices on her lips. I kissed her back.

The two of them almost picked me up from the chair and laid me in bed, then lay down on either side, put their arms around me and held me close. They took turns kissing me lips. It was a warm wonderful feeling to be between their two soft bodies. I felt so protected and loved. 

When I had recovered my breath, Daisy whispered, "Well, Mistress, now do you think you will ask your Auntie to dismiss me?" 

I looked over at her, then back to Betsy. Weakly I replied. "I shan't tell anyone, if you promise not to." They giggled and both kissed me at the same time.

"There is one thing you must do. Both of you." I said trying to be firm, but in my emotionally spent condition, it came out so pitifully weak they giggled. "When I mange to recover my strength, you both have to make love to me at the same time." 

"Yes, Mum, I think we can do that." She looked over at Betsy.

"Oh yes, Mum, you are so beautiful, and you do have a very delicious cunny. I want to kiss and lick it much more. I have seen you from a distance, but did not know just how beautiful you were. Daisy has told me about how lovely you were, and I was almost jealous of you. I am so glad that you discovered us together. I did try to protect her for she is the dearest friend I have ever had and love her more then my own life. We will never reveal to a soul what we did." Betsy said with such sincerity it brought a tear to my eye. I kissed her softly. 

"This calls for a celebration. Wait here and I shall be back in a moment." I said, getting out of bed. I quickly slipped my robe on and slipped silently back to my room. In the bottom of a drawer, hidden far in the back under clothes, I pulled a bottle. I hurried up to their room and closed the door. I held it out to them.

"This will be our secret. It's a bottle of French champagne that I slipped out of the wine cellar a long time ago. I was going to drink it some evening by myself. I can't think of a better time than now to drink it. Can you?" I asked my new found lovers. 

"Oh, no Mum!" Daisy and Betsy chorused together. Daisy went to a drawer and produced a corkscrew. Just what she was doing with it in her room, I didn't ask. She took a towel and wound around the cork as she pulled it. There was a muffled pop as the cork popped out. Daisy didn't have any glasses, and I was not about to risk having her go to the kitchen to bring any. They would be very hard for her to explain. 

"Have you had champagne before?" I asked.

"No, Mum. It's just too expensive. We've had lots of wine, and tried Scotch whiskey, but neither of us liked the taste of it. Begging your pardon, Mum, but champagne is a rich folks drink." Daisy said.

"Well, this is supposed to be a very fine French vintage. It's too bad we have to drink it from the bottle. It is supposed to be chilled also. Now, a lesson in fine wine, sip a little at a time, and savor the taste. You first Daisy." I handed the bottle to her.

Daisy put the bottle to her lips and took a small sip. Her eyes lilt up. She took another sip and smiled. "It's very good Mum. I like the bubbles. Here Betsy, try a little sip."

We passed the bottle back and forth, sipping from the bottle. I had tasted champagne before but this was the first time I had ever had much. The bubbly liquid tasted so good. Soon were all laughing and giggling. Too soon, the bottle was empty.

Daisy took the empty bottle and turned it up but only a drop came out. "I know what I can do with the bottle." She giggled. She pushed Betsy back and took the bottle and slipped it between her thighs. "Let me frig you with it, Love."

Betsy giggled and spread her cunny lips with her fingers. Daisy put the bottle end against her cunny and pushed it in a little. She moved it in and out, slipping it in further slowly. I moved closer to get a good look and before I knew it Betsy had slid a finger up inside my wet cunny. I watched fascinated as Daisy pushed the bottle deeper and deeper inside her friend. I wondered how it felt to have that object pushed inside. As the neck got larger, the deeper it went, Betsy's cunny expanded to take it. Her juices kept it lubricated as Daisy pushed it in and out a little at a time.

Finally Betsy moaned. "That's deep enough, Love. My cunny l'not take any more.

Just move it in and out. Oh, Mum, play with my clitty, please." She said looking up at me. I wet a finger and reached out to quickly found her erect clitty. I rolled it around and around, the way I liked to play with my own. I had remembered Betsy's advice on how to make love to a woman. She moaned her approval. I bent forward and took her nipple and began to suck it. Her flesh tasted so good. Her hand went to my hair and stroked it. I felt her kiss my shoulder. 

I continued to suck her nipple then I kissed downward over her soft stomach till I got to her thick pubic hair. I nuzzled it and felt her hips lift up. I replaced my finger with my tongue and tasted her sweet cunny for the first time. Her womanly fragrance was so wonderful. Clean and exciting, like Daisy's but still different. Her sweet cunny tasted wonderful too. I licked up and down, my tongue coming in contact with the bottle, warmed by her sweet cunny. Her nubbin was hard and I put my lips around it and sucked the way Daisy had taught me. With both of us making love to her, Betsy didn't take long to 'cum'. She moaned and cried out. When she lay spent, we kissed her softly. I was feeling so wonderful. I didn't realize it, but I was drunk.

"I want you both to make love to me at the same time. I want you to frig me with your fingers, lick my cunny, and suck my clitty. Do all sorts of things to me. I want to learn what it feels like to have two beautiful, lovely, wonderful, women make love to me. Please?" I giggled.

They realized I was drunk and decided that now was their chance. Of course Betsy didn't realize that Daisy and I had already make love many times, but that was our plan. They nodded and moved to me. Daisy motioned for Betsy to go first. She moved beside me and lying on her side, pulled me against her. Our bodies moved together. She kissed her way down my body till she got to my cunny, and at that time Daisy began to kiss me. 

Her experienced hands fondled my breasts and pulled at my nipples. I felt Betsy shift in the bed and then they rolled me over. Suddenly I was lying atop Betsy and she had reversed in bed. She spread my thighs and her face pressed into my spread cunny. 

Daisy reached under my face, and parted her friends dark fringed cunny, and I willingly thrust my lips against her deep pink core, and slid my tongue into her dripping, velvet hole. She tasted delicious. I ran my tongue as far as I could into her and wiggled it around. She moaned in response. 

Betsy was not idle, and I felt her hands stroke my buttocks, and a wet finger play with my exposed anus. I moaned into Betsy's cunny as I felt her tongue begin to vibrate against my aching clitty. At that moment Daisy slid her finger into my anus, and began to slide it deeply in and out. Betsy joined a moment later by sliding first one then two fingers inside my cunny, sawing in and out. She curved her fingers and I cried out as they hit and rubbed a spot inside my cunny that had never been touched before. It sent a new thrill through me. I felt like I had to pee, but in a wonderful way. 

Betsy kissed my buttocks, while her hand continued to slip her long finger up inside me. The two caught a rhythm, and a finger slid in my anus, while two fingers slipped in and out of my cunny. Betsy was driving me crazy with her wonderful tongue that flicked and vibrated against my clitty, while her fingers slid in and out, then curved to hit that spot again. I cried out against Betsy's pussy as the two skilled lovers drove me over the top, and my body exploded. 

I pressed my face into Betsy's cunny, shaking my head against her wet opening. My body went rigid as the two worked faster on my body. I don't know how many times I exploded as they made love to me. 

Finally I could stand it no longer, and weakly pushed away. They kissed me softly and I lay back exhausted. I must have drifted off to sleep. I awoke later, it turned out to be an hour, to find the two in a 69, side by side, faces buried in each other's cunnies.

I watched the two beautiful women making love. My cunny tingled, and as I watched, I stroked my swollen, slightly sore clitty. When they began to moan and sob, I moved close and watched Betsy's tongue sliding in and out of Daisy. I bent over and placed my face against Betsy's, and tongued Daisy's cunny as Betsy moved slightly and continued flicked her clitty. 

My fingers flew over my own clitty, and the three of us climaxed at almost the same time. I was totally spent. It was very late, we kissed and I slipped back to my bed. I was asleep almost immediately. 

Autie gave Daisy the afternoon off, and I told her I would meet them in town. I made an excuse, and had a servant take me into town, to pick me up later.

I met Daisy and Betsy and the three of us went to a discrete shop I knew. I knew that both of the girls needed new clothes, and had the proprietress outfit them with new clothes, nothing showy, but nice new dresses, shoes and underclothes. The three of us had the best fun in the back of the store, as they tried on various of the plain, but lovely brassieres, and lovely knickers with just a touch of lace. I even got them new hose. There was much giggling, and feeling of breasts, as they tried on various wares, the proprietress, naturally being in the front of the shop. I paid for our purchases with my own money, and then we left the shop in a very gay mood. 

On the street, the girls fell a step behind me in case we saw any one who knew me, or Daisy. I took them to a tea room and we had tea together. I cautioned the two, that if anyone asked about the new clothes, that they bought them themselves from a surprise stipend to Daisy from Auntie. I wished I could do more for them, but under the circumstances, it was impossible. I have a money account of my own, that is quite considerable and silently vowed to help the two further, if possible.

My carriage picked me up later, and I awaited bedtime, and another delightful night with my two female lovers. Once again I slipped up to Daisy's room. The two were in bed awaiting me. They had put on their new brassieres and knickers, and looked quite fetching. I held two small packages behind my back and had them close their eyes, and slipped the packages into their hands. They hurriedly opened them, and they held sheer silk brassieres, and the latest fashion skimpy underpants from France. They were delighted and lost no time in slipping into them. They fit perfectly, for while they were trying on clothes I asked the proprietress to pick them out for me and wrap them.

To Be Continued...



My Very Personal Maid Ch. 2



They looked fetching in the new revealing underclothes. I told them that they must not use them around other people, for they had cost a pretty penny, and were totally out of the range of their means. The quickly agreed. They caught me and pulled me into bed with them. They quickly slipped my gown off and then undressed. 

We kissed and caressed each other. It felt so sensual to be between their lovely soft bodies. "I feel like a harem queen. Do you think the harem women made love to each other? Imagine fifty, a hundred beautiful women lying around all day, only one man to attend to their desires. They must have made love to each other. I remember an erotic picture of a harem scene, women in a pool, some holding each other." I said as Daisy kissed one breast.

"Were they as pretty as we are?" Betsy asked as she nibbled expertly on the other nipple. 

"No they were not nearly as beautiful as you two." I said stroking them.

"Liar, Mum!" Daisy giggled. 

"A Sultan would give a thousand goats for each of you to be in his harem. If I were his queen, I would keep you in a special chamber and never let him touch you, I would keep you all for myself." I said reaching down to kiss Betsy's upturned face.

"Oh, be the Queen, and command us, Mistress." Betsy said looking up at me in such an adoring look my heart melted. 

"Please, Mistress!" Daisy echoed.

"Very well, Slaves. Attend my every word, or I shall have you flayed alive, and your worthless carcasses fed to the vultures." They giggled and bowed to me.

"Slave Daisy, go to yon bowl and bring it thence with a little water in it, you shall wash my feet. Slave Betsy, when she is finished you will suck each toe dry. 

Daisy washed my feet, taking care to wash each toe well. Then as Betsy sucked each toe I commanded Daisy to place a towel under me and to wash my cunny and rear well, with her hands alone. The sensation of Betsy sucking each toe was very erotic and exciting. Daisy carefully soaped my cunny with her fingers, carefully and slowly, delving into every crevice. 

"Oh, Queen, may I please be allowed to bathe your royal arse? I shall do ever so good a job." Betsy asked moving down beside Daisy. 

"Of course, Slave Betsy, but mind you do a thorough job." I said turning on my side. I raised my thigh to give my two 'slaves' free access. I truly felt like a queen. 

Eager, slick, soapy fingers played over my front and rear. They took me at my word and did a very thorough job. Soapy fingers gently probed in and out, front and back.. "Now wipe me off with a clean cloth." They quickly wiped the soapy water off. 

"Now you will do the same to each other. Do it well, wenches, of feel my wrath.

Slave Daisy, spread your thighs and let the other slave wash you first."

They giggled and quickly obeyed. I watched as Betsy slowly washed Daisy's 

spread cunny, then her pink anus. It was a lovely opening that I vowed to enter tonight. When she was through, Daisy was breathing faster, as had I done when the two had washed me. Then it was Daisy's turn as Betsy washed her.

Betsy's sweet cunny lips were darker and protruded more than Daisy's, Her black hair was abundant and framed her cunny. Her core was deep pink. Daisy washed it slowly and carefully, pulling at her lips, and slipping a finger into her wet center. She took pains to pull her lips upward and soap her now erect clitty as it peeped out. She then moved to Betsy's neat brown anus and soaped and washed it, slipping a finger in and out several times, up to the second knuckle, drawing a sigh from Betsy. 

"Slave Daisy, do that again! Soap your finger and slip it back in. You did not clean her there properly. Now deeper. " I said firmly, eliciting a giggle from Betsy.

"Oh, yes Queen, she did not do it deep enough. Give her a slap on her unworthy arse!" Betsy said.

"Silence Slave! I give the orders here." I said as I reached out and gave Daisy a sharp swat on her flawless buttocks. I had realized that she liked a little pain. I left a red hand print on her, and her expression proved she enjoyed pain. She soaped her fingers again and slipped her middle finger in and out of Betsy as deep as it would go. She washed her hands thoroughly, took the cloth and dried Betsy off. 

"Bring a chair, and set it there." I pointed. "Put a soft cushion on it." They quickly did as I said. I moved to the chair and sat, legs spread. "Slave Betsy, come and get on all fours and lick my royal cunny. See that you do a good job of it." I had positioned the chair so that I could lean back against the wall, and by raising my legs give Betsy free access to my cunny and arse. She moved into position, and spreading my lips, began to lick my now excited cunny. 

"Slave Daisy, get behind Slave Betsy and lick her unworthy cunny, Slide your tongue inside her. Do a good job, or else, I shall flog you soundly." Her eyes gleamed as she moved behind her friend. I sat back, legs spread, looking down at the two in front of me. I had never in my wildest dreams envisioned that one day I would be playing games of this kind. I sighed as Betsy's tongue lapped at my cunny, and moved up to run over my clitty on each upward stroke. She moaned as Daisy ministered to her pussy in turn. 

"Slave Daisy, get on your back and continue licking. Spread your worthless thighs, and finger your useless cunny. Slave Betsy, lower your hips so the unworthy one can slip her tongue into your dry, and useless hole, and give moisture to it. Now, lower your mouth and bring it to my priceless nether hole and wash it again with your tongue. While you do that carefully slide two fingers into my glorious cunny, and I will graciously let you frig your Queen with your fingers" They both giggled and played their roles as slaves.

"Yes, Oh Illustrious Queen. I shall frig your glorious cunny." Betsy said looking up at me from between my thighs. 

"Yes, your Royal Worshipfullness!" Came Daisy's muffled reply from under Betsy's thighs. Her thighs were spread and her fingers played with her open cunny slowly. 

What an erotic sight. I wished we could play this out in the grand salon, with me in a huge cushioned chair, and the two on the deep soft carpet. We would have incense braziers burning, and many candles. I closed my eyes and let my imagination roam free.

Betsy moved upward, and as her fingers slid in and out rotating, her magic tongue ran up my spread cunny to flicked over my swollen aching clitty. I opened my eyes to take in the two, Betsy's face buried in my cunny, her hand moving as she finger fucked me, and Daisy frigging herself while she lapped at Betsy's cunny. 

I cried out as Betsy drove me to a shattering cum. My cries triggered the two and Betsy cried out against me, while a moment later I heard Daisy's moan as her fingers became a blur and she brought herself off. We rested for a moment, then moved to the bed.

"Did my sweet slaves enjoy themselves?" I asked kissing them in turn. They grinned and nodded happily. "I wished we could have been in the grand salon, I in the great chair, you two on the soft deep cushions. Wouldn't that be grand? I'm just happy to be here with you two wonderful friends. I love you both dearly." I said with real feeling. They kissed me and held onto me, deeply touched.

"Is there anything you two would like to try?" I asked.

"Yes, Mum. I had hoped that we three could make love. I have wished it for as long as you have been here. I never imagined it would come true. I had wondered if it would be possible for three to make love to each other all at the same time." Daisy said looking at me for the answer. I smiled at her skillful phrasing. A smart girl! 

I thought for a moment. "I think there is. We can form a triangle and each place her face in the other's cunnies. We can all tongue the others cunnies at the same time. If we all lie on our same, - right side." We moved on the bed, and tried to arrange ourselves, but Daisy's bed was just too small. There was not enough room. It was just barely big enough for the three of us to lie together, but not large enough for what we had in mind. There was not enough room on the floor either and the floor was hard and cold. 

"We will go down to my room. My bed is huge and we shall have enough room. I'll go first and signal you if it's clear." I slipped my gown on and tiptoed down the stairs. The house was quiet. Some of the servants were off on Saturdays. The two were at the top of the stairs, and I motioned them down. They slipped into my room quickly, and closed the door. I locked it. No one would dare open it, but I wanted to take no chances. 

Betsy had never been in my room and was awed by it's size. My bed is a huge four poster, with a lace fringed canopy over it Betsy and I pulled the covers down completely and undressing, we fell into bed. Betsy reveled in the satin sheets and pillowcases. She said she had never felt anything quite so wonderful.

"Mum, how do you keep from sliding out of bed?" She said it so sincerely I couldn't laugh at her. Daisy giggled, and I cautioned her with a look.

"I just have to be careful. You get used to it, Betsy. They do feel wonderful. Sometimes I take off my night clothes and wiggle around between the sheets completely, sinfully naked. I usually wind up bringing myself off with my fingers, it feels so good. Now you can wiggle to your heart's content." She took me at my word and the two slid and wiggled over the smooth sheets. They had never felt anything like it. My face lit up watching the two twist and turn on the smooth sheets. 

"Oh, Mum, you are right, it does get one's cunny hot!" Betsy sighed wiggling face down on the sheets.

"Well, lets really get that delicious cunny of yours hotter. Let's move together and try the triangle." 

On the huge bed it was no trouble to make our triangle. We all lay on our right sides, facing inward and positioned ourselves so our heads were resting on a soft thigh, and our faces buried in a soft wet cunny. It felt so wonderful and sensuous, our bodies on the velvet sheets, and our heads on soft warm thighs.

I was kissing Betsy's sweet cunny, while Daisy had her lips and tongue fastened to mine. Betsy licked her friend. I slowly licked Betsy, savoring her taste and smell. She, like Daisy leaked her sex juices. I tunneled my tongue up into her and sucked her juices. I stoked her rounded buttocks and slipped a finger to titillate her nether hole. I moved my head slightly and looked at her brown puckered hole that Daisy had washed so carefully.

With but a moments hesitation. I ran my tongue around her brown ring. It tasted unlike her cunny, but not unpleasant. I heard her groan as I circled it again. 

I probed with my tongue. and the firm ring relaxed to let my tongue enter her 'rear door', as I had heard it called. I slid my fingers into her cunny, rotating them as I slid them in and out of her slippery core. I continued to slip my tongue in and out of her back hole while 'finger fucking' her sweet cunny. I loved that term the women used.

I moved back to her cunny, and found her hard clitty and sucked it. I moved my fingers inside her, trying to find the spot Daisy had found inside me that caused such a wonderful sensation. I plumbed her velvet depths, and found the opening into her uterus, a hard firm ring. I remembered Daisy had felt in the front of my cunny and I moved my fingers behind her pubic mound. There was a small round raised spot there and I ran my fingers over it. Betsy moaned aloud and I thought that I had found it. 

I continued to suck her clitty and tongue it as I rubbed her tender inner spot. It took only short minutes till she began to thresh her hips and moan against Betsy's spread cunny. I intensified my actions and her body went rigid, and she cried out as she climaxed. I slipped my lips to her core, and slid my tongue in beside my fingers in and out as fast as I could. 

Her cunny literally gushed her sex juices into my mouth. They were so copious that they ran down my chin and onto her squirming thigh. Her juices were certainly not urine, but salty like the juices she produced while being stimulated. I swallowed them gladly, drinking from her sweet pulsing cunny. Her cunny spasmed, clamping down on my fingers, her juices spurting out of her cunny. I continued to tongue her as best I could until she let out a long moan and went limp. I removed my fingers and softly licked her inner cunny lips. 

Daisy had not been idle and her lips, tongue and fingers played over, and into my cunny. She sucked my clitty and her fingers slid inside me giving me a wonderful sensation. My passion rose, then soared, till I cried out and came violently. 

By now Betsy had recovered, and Daisy redoubled her efforts on Betsy till she too came again. We lay still locked together, but now our tongues licked slowly. I rolled over. We sat up and kissed, each of our faces wet with cunny juice. We laughingly licked each other off. 

"Betsy, when you climaxed, your sweet cunny gushed juices out. Did this ever happen before. It was not pee. It tasted like your sweet cunny juice." I asked still licking her face.

"No, Mum. Not that I know." She said a little embarrassed.

"Oh, don't be embarrassed, I loved it. But you gushed out juices. Daisy, I had my fingers inside her, and rubbed in the front of her cunny, just here , behind her pubic bone. " I placed my finger on her body. "Like you did earlier to me." 

"Mum, I found out it felt good to have that spot pressed on. When my Jimmy gets behind me, and his big cock rubs hard against it, it really sets me on fire. Sometimes from the front, if he moves just right it feels so good. It just felt like it would be nice to rub it. I don't think I ever did it to Betsy before." Daisy said looking over at the friend.

"It really felt, I don't know how, I felt like I had to pee, but then it really felt good. Very deep and real nice. Thank you , Mum for doing it." Betsy said kissing me.

"Daisy, why don't you try it on her? See if she does it again. Is really felt wonderful to me." 

"I'd love to, Mum. Come here you sweetheart. I'll make you howl with joy. I want to fuck you with me fingers!" Daisy said pulling Betsy to her. They slid together with the familiarity of long experience.

I moved aside to watch. Daisy kissed her lips, while stroking her firm breasts. She moved down to them for a while, sucking her nipples to hard points before moving slowly down to her dark fringed cunny. Betsy slid her thighs apart and Daisy fingered, then kissed her cunny. She moved between then, slipping two fingers up inside her. 

Betsy looked up at me. "Mum, please move over me and let me lick you while she licks me."

I straddled her head and lowered my cunny to her lips. I bent forward and this gave me a close look as Daisy made love to her friend. I watched as her two fingers, palm up stroked inside Betsy's cunny.

Betsy moaned her approval, and her tongue speared my eager cunny. She slipped a finger inside my backside and I felt the suction of her lips. Daisy licked and sucked her clitty, and I could see her bright pink nubbin as Daisy's lips and tongue bobbed up and down. I closed my eyes for a moment as heavenly sensations moved through my body, as Betsy flicked my swollen, aching clitty with her magic tongue. 

She stopped for a moment as her own passion rose to a climax. "Oh, yes, there. Rub it there. It feels so good, " she moaned. Daisy's fingers flew pressing into her friends gaping cunny. Betsy went rigid under me, and she thrust her face hard against my cunny, and muffled her cries as she exploded. 

Her hips bowed upward and Daisy's fingers wiggled as she agitated the spot inside her friend. Then it happened, Betsy's juices shot out past Daisy's fingers. One spurt after another gushed out. Betsy had moved her face down, and the juices splashed onto her face. She didn't stop for a moment. There were at least half a dozen, or more of the spurts, then Betsy gave a little cry and went limp. 

I swung my leg off her and turned around, and kissed her face while she caught her breath. Daisy continued to softly lick her spread cunny. Finally, she moved up beside her friend.

"Well, I think we learned something. Betsy, your sweet cunny gushed it juices again. They went all over Daisy's face. Look down at the bed, see the wet spots.

It looks like Daisy stumbled onto a very delightful spot to have rubbed. I wonder how many women know they have it.?" I said laughing at Betsy's expression as she looked down at the several large wet spots on the satin sheets.

"Oh, Mum, I have soiled your beautiful satin sheets." She said mortified.

"Not to worry, Love. Daisy will change them in the morning, and no one will ever know. I just wish my mouth had been there to catch them." I laughed.

She quickly saw that everything was all right and smiled. I was still hot from her licking, my clitty aching. I knew Daisy must be excited from bring her friend to such a wonderful climax. I moved to her and in no time we were in a wonderful 69 again. As I had vowed earlier, I slid my finger deep into her perfect backside. She gasped as it wiggled deep inside her. I stroked it and out as I sucked her form swollen clit. We licked and sucked each other to a sobbing climax, as Betsy stroked our bodies. Spent we moved apart. We shifted on the bed, I lay between the two lovely warm women. 

We lay together cuddling, absently stroking each other. It felt so warm and natural. "Betsy, what work do you do? I have never heard Daisy say." I asked the lovely woman. 

"I am a seamstress, I sew for Madame DeVille. I have worked for her for four years." Daisy answered and kissed my cheek.

"Are you good?"

"Oh yes, Mum. One of her best. She gives me many of the hardest, and most expensive dresses to sew." Betsy answered proudly.

"She pays well?" I asked hoping for a negative answer. 

"No, Mum, she's terrible to work for! She doesn't pay us well, and owes all of us back wages. We normally work from six in the morning till six at night, but she keeps us later many nights till eight and even ten in the evening, and we get no extra pay for it."

I asked how much she made a week. When she told me I was shocked. I knew what Madame DeVille charged for her gowns. She was paying her workers a pittance. 

"How would you like to come to work for me earning -- ?" I named a sum that I knew equaled Daisy's pay.

"Oh, Mum. Don't make fun of me." She said dejectedly.

"I am very serious, Betsy Dearest. I will pay that sum to you each, and every week, without fail. Daisy, I know it is equal to your pay. I have a reason. When Auntie learns how much I pay Betsy, she will have to give you a raise. She's really an old softie, beneath her crusty exterior. Don't tell her I told you, but she thinks you are a true gem. She thinks the world of you. Always telling me what a good, faithful, hard worker you are.

"Betsy, you will be my personal maid. You will have the same days off Daisy has. You will also sew for me. I will also buy extra cloth, and you can sew for yourself and Daisy when you have time. If you sew for Auntie, I will see that she will pay you what Madame DeVille charges. Will you do that?"

She jumped up on her knees. "Oh, yes, Misses Diana. Yes! I will do a good job for you. I promise." She said, face beaming. "I will be a good maid, and seamstress. I will do what ever you want, anything, Mum." She said with great conviction.

"Wonderful, after six months, we will talk again, if you are satisfactory I will give you added privileges, and a raise in pay. I enter the university in the fall, and you can be a great help to me. You may have the room next to Daisy. I think you both will like that. Just be very discrete when you go to each other's room. Or slipping down to mine." I added laughing. "I think we three will make a wonderful trio." I said hugging them both. They were overjoyed. They couldn't thank my enough. They kissed and kissed me.




My Very Personal Maid Ch. 2



I had vowed earlier to help the two financially, and this gave me a perfect chance to do it. They wouldn't feel it was just charity. I knew Betsy would more than earn her wages sewing for me. I planned to give her lots of chances to sew clothes for herself and Daisy, as well as Auntie. Now to something I had also been thinking of.

"Daisy, you are off tomorrow. What are your plans?" I asked, kissing her cheek.

She shyly said, "I'm meeting Jimmy, my beau. We always meet on Sunday afternoons."

"Do you make love?" I asked softly.

"Yes, Mum. We have to meet secretly. There is not too many places we can meet, and be alone."

"Were do you meet?" I asked.

"In Squire McDougal's barn. I slip in the back through the woods. Jimmy, my beau is a farrier, and keeps his tools in the barn. No one thinks anything of him coming and going to the barn. No one ever comes to the barn on Sundays. Why, Mum?" She asked.

"I would like to watch him make love to you. Would you mind? I have never seen a man and woman make love. I should consider it an honor to be allowed to watch you, with a man." I said softly so as not to make my request a command. 

"Oh Mum, I would be embarrassed." She said coloring. Then she was silent a long moment then giggled. "There isn't an inch of my body you haven't seen. You've kissed and finger fucked my cunny and arse. I think, - no, I would love to have you watch me."

Splendid, I thought., just what I wanted .

"Can I watch too?" Betsy asked. "I have heard people making love, but never seen someone else make love." 

"You are not a virgin?" I asked Betsy.

"Oh, no Mum, I have had several beaus. I am careful, I don't want to get a bad reputation. I lost my virginity when I was young ." Betsy said.

"I know how to get to Squire McDougal's barn. I shall go 'riding' and Betsy can meet me in the clearing in the trees behind the barn." I said my interest peaking. 

"We can all meet there at three. I will hide you in the barn where you can see us. I will make sure that Jimmy and I are close to you and you can see everything. I think it will be so exciting to know the two of you watching. We'll get there before him. I'll tell him when to come." Daisy said, eyes sparkling. 

It was very late, and again I made sure no one was in the halls, and the lovely women slipped upstairs. I slipped into bed naked, satiated, thought briefly of our erotic night, and the morrow, and was asleep almost at once.

Auntie and I attended church and ate a sumptuous luncheon, She retired to her room. She always takes a nap in the early afternoon. I told her I was going riding. 

I saddled my mare as the stable boy was off on Sundays. I had on a simple riding habit, with no underclothes on at all. I felt so naughty. I rode slowly, checking my small pocket watch. I arrived at the clearing deep in the woods at precisely three. Daisy and Betsy were already there. They both had on simple shifts. I hobbled my horse and left her to graze 

Daisy led the way. We arrived at the barn, and she opened a door at the rear of the barn. We slipped in. It smelled of hay, leather, and the faint smell of animal dung. Daisy led us to a ladder and we went up into a hay loft. Hay was stacked high in places, just covering the floor in others. 

"This is where we usually make love." She pointed to a mound of soft hay. She moved past to a wall, and opened a door. We moved inside. The horizontal planks were set apart, so there were openings where we could see out. We drug a wooden bench up to the wall. Sitting on it we could see everything outside. 

"Sit here and you can see everything. I will get him so you can see us fucking. Wait till you see his cock. It's beautiful." Daisy whispered. She kissed us both and slipped out to lay on the hay. We were not more than four feet from her. It was dark where we were and no chance anyone would see us here. 

I hugged Betsy to me and kissed her. I whispered in her ear. "Let's take off our clothes. It will make it more exciting, and we can finger each other. Won't that be naughty?" We took all our clothes off but my boots. She pointed when she saw I had no underclothes on and smiled. She didn't have any on either. I pulled her to me and pressed my body to hers. We stood for a while and our fingers played with each other's cunnies. We heard a door open and quickly sat down on the bench touching.

"Hello, Love. Are you here." A deep voice called.

"There's no one here Love." Daisy called back.

A moment later Johnny 's head appeared at the top of the ladder. He was grinning. A handsome man, she slipped up by Daisy and pulled her to him. He was tall and well built, dark headed and very handsome. They talked for a while, endearments were whispered. It was all we could do to keep from giggling. 

Daisy lay back and they began to kiss. Johnny lost no time and undressing Daisy. She too had left her underclothes off. She lay beautifully naked on the soft hay.

Johnny stood up and began to remove his clothes. We both gasped softly as he pealed his shirt, and undershirt off. He was heavily muscled and his muscles rippled. I glanced down at his pants and there was a huge bulge. He bent to take off his shoes. He stripped his pants and underdrawers in one motion and stepped out of them. When he stood up, our eyes went wide.

His legs, and thighs were heavily muscled, his stomach ribbed with muscles, but what both Betsy and I riveted our eyes on, was his huge cock. It was evident that the sight of Daisy's naked body had swollen his cock. It bowed out and down. It must have been seven inches and very thick. The purple crown was bulging. I wondered that Daisy's sweet cunny could take all of him inside. 

He lay down beside her. They kissed and fondled each other. He kissed and sucked her breasts for a long time, while his fingers played with her sweet cunny. They were so close to us. He continually told her what beautiful breasts, and body she had. Betsy and I hugged, and our fingers slipped into each others cunnies, to tease while we watched. Her cunny was very wet, as was mine.

Johnny kissed his way down her lovely body, and soon had his face buried in her cunny. True to what she had told us, he was a considerate lover, and brought her to three moaning, gasping climaxes. 

He moved up beside her and they kissed for a while. Finally, Daisy moved over him, slid down, and took his turgid cock in her hand and began to stroke it. Smiling, she slipped her lips over its velvet head and slid it into her mouth. She licked it, then moved her mouth up and down. I was amazed how much of it she could take into her mouth. Her hands moved up and down it's shaft and rolled his large testicles. 

She continued for several minutes till it was stiff and rigid, and Johnny was moaning. She pulled back and got on all fours, shifting her hips so that Johnny had to mount her from behind, and they would be side-on to us. We could see his large cock from the side. I guessed it was over eight inches now that it was fully erect. 

He moved behind her, and pressed his wet gleaming organ against her cunny. She reached back and guided him into her. Slowly, he thrust forward, his huge cock slipping deeper with each stroke. He pulled back each time letting her cunny juices grease the way. Betsy and I gripped each other's hand as it slipped deeper and deeper. 

"Oh, Love. God, that feels good. You fill me up so good. I love your thick cock. Deeper, fuck me, deeper. Oh yes!" Daisy moaned aloud. "Oh, I love your big thick cock."

Johnny slowly slipped his cock deeper into her. We couldn't believe she could take all of it. Finally his hips met hers, and she sighed deeply.

"Oh, Lover, that feels so wonderful. I'm so glad I have you for a lover. Your cock fills my cunny so well. Fuck me slowly." She begged.

Johnny held her by her hips and with long slow strokes fucked her. We could see his large scrotum sway as he moved back and forth. Our fingers teased each other's cunnies as we watched. They fucked for what must have been five minutes till Daisy began to moan. 'OH, Johnny, fuck me faster. It feels so good, fuck me hard. I love it when you fuck me hard and fast. Please! Fuck me like I was a prize mare and you are my stallion. Fuck me hard. Yes, like that." Daisy begged.

Her lover was more than eager to comply, and his muscles rippled as he began to stroke long and hard against Betsy's body. His hips slapped against hers, and we watched her lovely breasts bob and swing as he slammed into her. It was one of the most arousing scenes I had ever seen. 

"Love, I must put on the sheath. You are exciting me too much. " He reached over into his pants pocket and pulled out a pouch and took an object out. Carefully, he slipped it over his swollen red cock. It was the lambskin Daisy had told us of. He lost no time in entering her again and resuming his lusty thrusts. She raised her upper body quite a bit, and gasped. "Oh yes, Love, that's the spot. Fuck me hard right there. It feels sooo good. Yes, like that. That hits a spot that feels sooo good. Fuck me hard, harder!" She cried out.

Johnny bent over, hips still thrusting and slipped one hand down to finger her clitty, the other reached under and caught one jiggling breast. His hips moved faster slapping against her body. She moaned and sobbed her passion. She cried out and threw back her head as she climaxed. 

Johnny continued to thrust. He quickly brought her to another climax. They were making so much noise, that they drowned out the squishy noises Betsy and I made as we stroked each other. Our cunnies were dripping. After a third climax, Johnny joined her in a fourth, and Betsy and I brought each other to a climax at the same time. We tried to hold back our gasps, but they were making so much noise they could not hear us anyway.

They separated and lay together kissing. Betsy and I did the same. They talked for a while, then Daisy slid off Johnny's sheath and cleaned it. She took his cock in her mouth and licked his juices off of it, cleaning it. She began to suck it in and out, and in a few minutes he was hard again. She slipped the sheath back on. He was on his back, and Daisy straddled him and reaching down, guided his swollen cock into her cunny, slipping down till she had all of him in her. 

She leaned forward and kissed him, then began to rock up and down on his hard cock. She reached back and we could see her fondle his swollen scrotum, and roll it testicles around. Her lovely breasts bounced, and we could see her nipples erect and pointed. Johnny fondled them from time to time. She moved up and down , her hips thrusting forward as she moved. 

I could imagine how his hard cock moved and thrust inside her sweet cunny, and how her juices were flowing. Betsy and I continued to finger each other, and caress each other's breasts as we watched these two splendid humans fuck. I loved the word. They were fucking not four feet from us. Once in a while I could smell the exciting faint odor of Daisy's cunny. 

Daisy rose and fell, riding Johnny's hard organ. He caught her nipples in his strong fingers and pulled. He must have learned she liked pain too. He stretched them and wiggled her breasts from side to side using her nipples. Daisy moaned aloud. 

She rode him for a long time, and had two climaxes before he joined her in a third. This couple knew how to fuck. I looked at Betsy and she raised her eyebrows and mouthed 'whoo', I nodded my feeling. 

They lay kissing, and Daisy told him that she might get a raise in pay. He asked how she knew, and she said that it was a secret, but a little birdie told her. They laughed. They lay naked, laughing and talking she cuddled in his arms. Betsy and I cuddled and kissed softly. Finally they got up and dressed. Daisy told Johnny to leave first and then she would slip out the back. They kissed again and he climbed down the ladder and left. We waited for several minutes then we opened the door and came out.

Daisy giggled as we came out naked, clothes in our arms. "Did you like that? Isn't he handsome, and so muscular. His body is hard as a rock. It was so exciting, knowing you were both only feet away, watching and listening to every sound. I'll bet you two frigged each other several times."

"We certainly did. We got really excited too. Johnny is something. I saw something else that was as hard as a rock, and big as a sausage." Betsy laughed

"We did not see how you could take that all inside you. " I said as I kissed her. "We sat there with our mouths open, as well as our cunnies.. We didn't think it would all go in. "

"It fills me up. He has to go slow and let me get used to it. My cunny has to stretch to fit him. " Daisy said. "The first time I could not take all of him in. Did you hear? I moved my body and his cock rubbed that spot we talked about. It felt so wonderful. As I told you, licking my cunny gives me a wonderful feeling, but his huge cock gives me a different kind of thrill. I honestly can not say which is best. Sometimes I think one, then other times I think it's the other. I really like both."

"I understand, or think I do." I said.

"Well, with a woman, it is so soft and wonderful. With men it's often hard and fast, and they fuck you and leave you before you are satisfied. You are lucky, he makes sure you are satisfied. You must have had three cums to his one. Hang on to this man. He's hard to come by." Betsy said with feeling. 

We hugged, and put on our clothes, and slipped into the woods. As we walked I told Betsy to come back to the house and see me in the library. We kissed in the clearing and I rode home. 

An hour later Daisy told me Betsy was there. In the library I had written a letter to Madame DeVille. I put sealing wax on the envelope and imprinted our family seal on it.

"Give this to Madame DeVille. When do you normally go in, six you said?" Betsy nodded. "What time does she open the shop?" 

"Eight o'clock." Betsy said. 

"Go in at eight thirty, no, nine o'clock, and give this to her. Do not say a single word. I think you will be surprised. Remember, not a word! Then come here. Your day will start at seven, so you will be working for me when you go to her. " I said.

"Yes Mistress Diana, not a word to the scurvy witch. " Betsy giggled. Daisy and I smiled.

Betsy left and when Auntie awoke from her nap I told her about hiring Betsy and what I was to pay her. Her eyebrows went up, and she looked like she had just bitten into a sour lemon. I knew it was an act, the lovable old fraud. Her heart was as big as a church steeple. 

"Diana, you know I shall have to raise Daisy's wages. I cannot have another servant coming to work here for you, and start at the same salary as one who has worked for me for years. You naughty girl, did you do this on purpose?" She glowered at me.

"Yes Auntie. I knew exactly what you would do, you lovable fraud! You really love Daisy don't you?" I said holding her hand.

"Of course I do, she's almost like a daughter. I couldn't do without her. But don't you dare tell her I said so." She said smiling .

"Auntie, I swear never to tell her." I said. 'Because I have already told her' I thought. We discussed her living arrangements and her hours, days, and minutiae of her working for me in Auntie's house. 

She was delighted to find out that Betsy had worked for Madame DeVille and would be able to make dresses for her. She was appalled at the low salary, and long hours she had to work. She totally agreed with my reason for hiring her. I told her I had promised Betsy that she would get the same prices for her dresses as she had paid Madame Deville.

She agreed, when I pointed out that she would not have to go into town for fittings, and Betsy could make sure every detail was perfect. I also pointed out, that Betsy was one of Madame DeVille's best seamstresses. She would be my personal maid, and our personal seamstress at the same time. I also told her my agreement that I would furnish material for her and Daisy and she could sew dresses for them. 

"Diana, I always said you had the best business head in the family, next to mine, that is." Auntie said.

Coming from her that was a great complement, for she was a woman extraordinaire when it came to business deals. That was why we still had the huge estate, when others were selling theirs off, because they could not afford the expenses. 

My money had come from my parents, who had been killed in a shipwreck off the Scottish coast. I was well provided for. I had a more than ample monthly allowance, plus with Auntie's approval I could withdraw from my banking account. When I reached 21, I would be a very wealthy woman. 

I did not go up to Daisy's room that night. When she came in I told her about my talk with Auntie, and that she would get the raise. She was overjoyed. I warned her that she knew nothing about this, and to act very surprised. She kissed me and thanked me deeply. She held me, and hugged me for a long time. When she started out the door, I saw tears of gratitude in her eyes.

I slept with a smile on my face, I know. I was so happy, I had helped two wonderful women, who really needed it. 'Do not gloat', I cautioned myself. I would have two very grateful lovers, very close at hand. 

The next morning Betsy showed up on time. She had on the new dress I had bought her and had a valise with her belongings. I introduced her to Auntie who took an instant shine to the lovely dark hared women. She asked if Madame DeVille had objected to her leaving. 

"Oh. No, Mum. I gave her Mistress Diana's letter, and first she went red as a beet, then white as a sheet. She gave me my back wages she owed me, my current wages, and a very nice bonus. I did as you said, Mum." Nodding to me, "and said not a single word." 

"Good Lord, what did you say in that letter, child?" Auntie asked me, eyebrows raised. .

"I just reminded her to pay Betsy her back wages, and what was owed to her, and said it would be a nice idea to give her a substantial bonus for her very good work. I happened to mention in passing that she was very late on the payments to you on the building, and you should be very unhappy if you had to foreclose, and indenture her for the debt. I bid her to have a good day." I said with a straight face.

Auntie burst into a loud cackle and clapped her hands. "I would dearly love to have been there. First red, then white, you say, child? Niece, you are truly a marvel! Betsy, welcome to the household, but watch out for your mistress Diana. She's a raging tiger when crossed, but a lamb most of the time. She will treat you right, have no fear."

We left Auntie, and I took Betsy to her room. The other servants had cleaned the room, aired it out, put flowers in it, and laid out towels, fresh linen, and made sure her room was ready for her. Having visited Daisy, she knew where the bathrooms were. I called Daisy and told he to help get Betsy situated. With a wink, I whispered not to be too long. 

A few minutes later Betsy came to my room, knocked and came in. We went over her duties, and what was expected of her. She seemed pleased to be working for me. 

Later in the day, she and I went to town to select a new sewing machine of her choice, and I told her she was not to skimp. She looked at several models before selecting one that she said would do many kinds of sewing. We got all the supplies she thought she would need. We bought material, for me, Auntie, and for she and Daisy. We came back and she was beside herself. I had told her that in six months when I reviewed her performance, and if her work was satisfactory, the sewing machine would be hers to keep. She was ecstatic, for the machine we had selected amounted to probably a years wages. 

Later in the day she came to my room to draw my bath. It is off my bedroom, and has a rather large bath tub. She filled it with hot water, and at my direction placed scented oils in it. She helped me undress and I slipped into the wonderfully hot water. As I lay back, and is my custom, I placed a hot wash cloth over my face to steam and soften my skin. The cloth covered my face except for my nostrils.




My Very Personal Maid Ch. 2



I heard Betsy moving around the room quietly. I felt her touch on my arm and she gently took it and I felt my sponge run up and down my arm. I surrendered my arm to her and she washed it gently, then soaped my hand and washed each finger. I felt her take my other arm and wash it too. I was not accustomed to having a maid attend me in my bath, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Even Auntie did not require Daisy to wash her, except her back occasionally. 

When she had finished, she moved down and reached under the water, and took my ankle. She pulled it up, holding it, and washed my foot, soaping each toe individually, then my ankle, and as far as she could with my thigh under water. She repeated this with the other leg. It felt so wonderful to be pampered. Totally relaxed by the hot water, I sat up. Betsy moved behind me and asked if she should wash my back. I pulled the wash cloth off my face told her 'yes' and bent forward.

"Mum, would you please slip toward the center of the tub." She said. I did as she asked. Then behind me, she slipped into the tub. I looked around to see what she was doing. Gloriously naked, she squatted in the water behind me. 

I laughed, "You are going to give a new meaning to 'personal maid', Betsy!" 

"Does the Queen wish otherwise?" She giggled, her soapy hand moving over my back.

"No Slave, I think this will do splendidly. Now, be very thorough, wash every inch of my majestic body." I closed my eyes and reveled in the feeling of her hands stroking my body. When she had finished the back, she stepped out of the tub and moved in front of me, slipping back into the tub. She sat between my legs and soaped my shoulders, neck, then down to my breasts. Her soapy hands cupped and squeezed them, her fingers pulling gently at my nipples. She washed my chest as low as the water would allow. .

"If my Queen will stand, I shall finish washing her superb body." She said a twinkle in her eye. She reached around, and pulled the stopper, to allow some of the water to drain out. I stood up and she soaped my body down, having me turn around. She soaped my thighs. She stopped the water from running out completely.

"Slave, you have been negligent in your duties!" I said harshly.

"Oh, No, Your Royal Highness. I saved the best parts of your royal body for the last." She said looking up at me. I laughed aloud and caught her head and pulled it forward against my body. I spread my legs as far as the tub would allow and she soaped my pubic hair, then slid her soapy fingers into my cunny slit, and rubbed them back and forth. She slipped a soapy finger up inside me several times. Her gentle fingers reached every crevice, and she paid particular attention to my now hard clitty. 

"Please turn, My Queen. So that I may attend to thine splendid, and sublime arse." She said smiling up at me.

"Watch your language, the correct phrase is 'thy splendid and sublime arse', not 'thine'!" I said sternly. She broke into laughter, as did I. I turned my back. 

She soaped my thighs, and buttocks, then asked me to slip my legs apart, and bend forward. I did as she asked, and leaned forward, and put my hands on the rear of the tub, giving her free reign to my backside and cunny. She soaped them slowly, slipping her fingers around and around my nether hole before slipping a soapy finger inside. It felt so good. 

She continued to do it for a while, then soaped her hand and did something she had not done before. She took her knuckles and began to run them back and forth against my spread cunny. They rubbed lightly against my clitty, giving me a new delightful sensation. My knees went weak at the wonderful feeling. I pushed her hands away. I stood up and she caught handfuls of water and rinsed me off. I stepped out and she toweled me off. She looked so beautiful, naked before me. 

"If my Queen will lie on the bed, this unworthy Slave will satisfy her desires."

Betsy said looking up at me. The vixen, she knew that she had stoked my internal fires. I could only nod. She held my hand as I walked weak kneed to the bed. I lay back and she slipped a pillow under my head. 

She kneeled between my thighs and began to kiss and lick my hot cunny. She slipped two fingers up inside me sliding them in and out. She had heated my passion so, with her ministrations in the bath, that it only took a short time for her magic flicking tongue, and rotating fingers to drive me to a gasping climax. Her flicking tongue would not let me relax a moment, and sent me to another climax. I pushed her lovely face away. I lay gasping while she slowly licked my spread cunny. She slipped off the bed and pulled the covers over me.

"Would you like for me to make love to you, Betsy, Dearest?" I asked weakly.

"Oh, no Mum. You rest. I'll wait till tonight and tell Daisy how I became your very personal servant, and Slave." She said leaning over to kiss me lightly on my lips.

I closed my eyes and heard her enter the bath. I fell asleep. 

When I awoke perhaps a half hour later, she was sitting by the window, dressed, watching me. When I went into the bath, it was spotless, new towels out, and the dirty linen gone. I told her the rest of the afternoon was hers. She thanked me and kissed my cheek. 

When Daisy came that evening to turn my bed down, she was grinning from ear to ear. Before I could ask, she told me that Betsy had told her that she was my very personal maid, and that she wished she could have been there to watch. I kissed her and told her, that I might invite her in some day. She left smiling, and I knew that the two would spend part of the night making love. I decided to give the two friends time to themselves. I was sure they would be discrete.

Daisy became a superb maid. She quickly learned my habits and desires, and soon anticipated my wishes. With a little coaching, she knew what clothes to lay out for me, and kept them freshly cleaned and pressed. We picked patterns out in town and she began to sew for me. She was very quick, and it took what seemed no time for her to finish a gown for me. 

The gown fitted superbly, and her suggestions as to details was impeccable. She was able to hand sew fine material, and fashioned me several naughty corselets, merry widows, and sheer underpants that you could see my nipples and cunny hair through. I wore them under my gown when I slipped up the stairs to their rooms. She also made them for herself and Daisy. 

Betsy sewed a superb gown for Auntie. Auntie had shown her a drawing of a gown, and asked her if she could duplicate it for her. Betsy made some suggestions, sketched a change here and there, and suggested that the lace collar be adorned with pearls, the rage that year. The two worked together and in two weeks the gown was finished. 

Betsy came to me, eyes sparkling and asked me to come see Auntie in her new dress. She had me close my eyes and led me into the grand salon. When I opened my eyes I was awe struck. Auntie stood before the huge fire place, resplendent in her new gown. The light from the windows brought out the softness and rich colors of her gown. The lace color framed her lovely face and the pearls glowed against her skin. It was truly a breathtaking vision. I clapped, then bowed and curtseyed, as I would to the Queen. I went to Betsy and held her by her arms, hugged her and told her that she had outdone herself I wanted to kiss her, but knew Auntie would think that totally out of character. 

"Auntie, that dress makes you look like a Queen, instead of a Duchess. It is the most stunning dress I have seen outside the royal court. I told you Betsy was a gem." I said shaking my head in wonder.

"And so she is. Betsy, I can well imagine what Madame DeVille would charge me for this dress, and it would not have come out half as stunning. I agreed to pay you what Madame DeVille would charge me. I refuse. I shan't pay it. I will renege on my promise." She said sternly. She paused. 

Betsy's face fell. I hid a grin, for I knew what the old reprobate was doing. 

"I shan't pay Madame DeVille price. For this splendid, incomparable dress, I shall pay double! I have never seen a finer example of the seamstress's art. It fits to perfection and the look! Oh! I shall have half a dozen proposals of marriage the first time I wear it. You make this old heart sing when I look in the mirror. Come here, Child, She pulled Betsy to her and hugged her and kissed her on her cheek. Auntie glowed with pride. She moved around the house for fully two hours before she would take the dress off. She had to show it to every servant. Their praises made her glow still more, if possible, with loveliness. I had never seen her happier. 

Betsy came to my room later, and showed me the bank draft Auntie had given her. She was aghast at the amount. It was more money than she had ever had in her entire life. More money then she could have made in a year working for Madame DeVille. I was so pleased for her. I cautioned her about the money, and advised her to open an account in my bank, and that I would help her invest it so that it could make money for her. The wages I paid her were more than enough for her to live on, and putting some away in an account would also draw interest 

We talked for a while, and she saw the reasoning behind my advice. She asked if I would teach her the hows and whys of investing. I told her I would be happy to, Then I kissed her the way I wanted to before. I told her I was so pleased with her work, and the way she had pleased Auntie meant a very great deal to me, as well as Auntie. We lay on the bed and kissed until both our passions arose. 

We shed our clothes, lay on the bed, and slipped into a wonderfully satisfying 69. We made slow, deep, wonderful love to each other. We each reached two climaxes together. When we had finished, Betsy suggested that she run my bath. I lay in bed luxuriating till she came and kissed me and told me the bath was ready. I made her get into the tub first, and I got in behind her, and it was my turn to bathe her. 

I played her servant today and carefully washed every square inch of her body. She was delighted in the change of rolls. I slipped naughty fingers into both her orifices, and brought her near to a climax. I quickly washed off and we fell into bed still moist from the bath. I laid her back and preceded to cover her body with kisses, and caresses, till I moved down and sucked and licked her sweet cunny to three moaning orgasms. 

We lay together, arms around each other for a long while. We dressed and went about our usual business, maid and mistress, prim and proper. 

Many nights I slipped up the stairs and went into Daisy, or Betsy's room to make love to one or the other, or both of the lovely women Betsy and I made love in my room, or in the bath, enjoying wet soapy skin sliding together. We just could not get enough of each others erotic kisses and caresses. 

Sometimes it seemed to me to be a wonderful erotic addiction to the two beautiful and sensual women. There were no jealousies between Betsy and Daisy. Betsy shared part of her new wealth with her friend. The two soon had a sizable and stylish wardrobe. We were true friends and we all shared a deep love. 

"Betsy, I shall have to leave for two weeks. I am going to Paris." I said as she was soaping my back, naturally with her bare hands.

"Oh, Mistress Diana, what shall I do? I shall miss you terribly.!" She said softly.

"What shall you do? Why, you silly thing, you shall go with me! I could not do without you, now could I?" I asked turning. She threw her arms around me and hugged me kissing me over and over.

"I am taking some of Auntie's business papers to hand deliver. She says that you will have to go with me, as I am at such a 'tender age'. I shall be nineteen in the fall. When will she see me as an adult? I have friends that are married with children. Just because I have not decided to pick a beau." I lowered my voice. "I may never, with such wonderful lovers as you and Daisy."

"Oh, Mum, you shall find some handsome man who will win your hand and be a good husband and lover. You are so beautiful, talented and smart, you should have no end of men who will wish your hand." Betsy said as her soapy hands reached around and slid sensually over my breasts. 

"How am I to know if they are good lovers? Go to bed with them all, one at a time until I find one who suits me? Am I to become another Madame Bovary, or a courtesan?" I said eyes closed, enjoying her sensual hands. 

"I hear, that more than one 'virtuous lady' of this town, has tasted the forbidden fruits of love with men other than the man she married." Betsy giggled, her fingers pulling at my now hard nipples. 

"Oh, tell me more. Tell me the latest gossip. Complete with all the sensuous, naughty details." I begged, leaning back against her soft slick body. 

She regaled me with the latest gossip that the servants passed between themselves while they shopped, or met. My eyebrows went up several times as I recognized the names of some of the most 'virtuous ladies', some I personally knew, and some my own age, now married. 

As she talked, she pulled me back against her, reached around, and her naughty fingers slipped beneath the water to play with me cunny. Some of her tales were of servants accidentally overhearing love trysts, some had helped orchestrate and cover up liaisons, and some had actually been a third party in an erotic trio. 

Her stories, sometimes richly embellished with vivid details, and her magic hands soon had me in a fever pitch and she fingered me to a gasping climax. After she had washed my body, I insisted that I be allowed to bring her to a climax also. I moved in around in the tub and had her lay back. I pulled her feet and legs over mine, so I could get close to her and it was my turn to bathe her breasts, and stomach, then down to her dark haired cunny. 

My slippery fingers slid inside her. With the hot soapy water, and her relaxing, I was able to slip two , then three fingers inside her, stretching her firm cunny. I used my other hand to roll my finger around on her pink exposed clitty. It did not take long for her to have a sobbing climax. 

I wondered if any of the servants had heard us. The possibility was slim, as Betsy was my personal maid, and my bath was off my bedroom, and we always closed both doors. We washed each others hair, and took turns toweling the other off. We kissed and hugged, damp body against damp sensuous body.

"Betsy, I really think you are a very special 'personal maid'. I am glad I have you." I said holding her close.

"Oh, Mistress, I am so fortunate to have you also. I can not tell you how much I love you. You have been so kind and wonderful to me. I hear some of the other servants who are treated terribly, even abused , by their mistresses and masters. If they complain, they are dismissed, and then falsely accused of stealing, or worse. Daisy and I are so fortunate!" She said hugging me and kissing my cheek. 

I knew I was fortunate to have two such wonderful women in the house. That they both were my lovers, was an added bonus.

To Be Continued...



My Very Personal Maid Ch. 3



Betsy and I went to London on the train to obtain passports for our trip. While there I bought her several new outfits. "I have a motive behind my wishes to have you travel as a companion. We can stay in the same room, and you will be treated as my equal. You have earned that." I told her as we shopped in one of London's finest shops. I did not want her to travel with me as a servant, but as a companion. She was thrilled by the thought. 

"I shall try to make you proud of me, Mistress," she said, tears in her eyes.

Weeks later, and a train ride, and we reached Portsmouth to board the train ferry to Havre, France. When we reached France it was foggy, but as the train to Paris rocked on its way, the weather cleared, and we sat at the window watching the beautiful countryside slip past. I had been to France once before, but it was the first trip for Betsy. 

She was enthralled by the whole prospect, particularly going to Paris. Everyone had told us to be sure and see the Eiffel Tower. I had seen illustrations in magazines but it was supposed to be a marvel of sight and engineering. We reached Paris after dark, hailed a handsome, and the driver took us to one of the new modern hotels in the middle of Paris. The hotel was an imposing structure inside and out. 

We registered and were whisked to our floor in a quiet smooth elevator. Betsy held my hand tightly as this was her first elevator ride. Our room was beautiful, huge and opened onto a balcony. After our steamer trunk was delivered, we hung our clothes in the closet, then went down to the dining room. We had a small lunch on the train, but were both hungry now. 

Several men turned to look at us as we entered. Betsy looked stunning in her new clothes. We had both picked outfits that showed off our figures, particularly our bosoms, nothing vulgar, but a generous swell of our flesh. I let the waiter select our first meal in Paris, and he did a splendid job of it. Betsy was awed by the hotel and the food. I had to gently remind her that she was a lady now, and should act restrained. 

She quickly reigned in her excess enthusiasm, but spent the whole meal with a large grin on her face. We had several handsome men come to our table to try and engage us in conversation, and twice waiters brought us bottles of champagne from admirers at other tables. I sent them back with our regrets. 

As soon as we got to our room, we went into the bathroom and discovered that they had a bidet, a shower, a new invention, and a large bathtub. Betsy was fascinated by the bidet, she had never seen one. I showed her how it worked. She had to try it, squealing with delight when the warm water gushed against her cunny. She let is gush against her clitty, and became very excited. 

Weary and dirty from our train ride, we got under the shower at the same time, and enjoyed the hot water streaming down on us. We took turns washing each other's bodies, and our fingers slipped down and we brought each other off. Clean, we slipped on our gowns and opened the doors onto the balcony. The night air was wonderful, and from it we could see the Eiffel Tower, lit up beautifully. We stood together, and Betsy slipped an arm around me, hugged me and thanked me over and over. 

We kissed and went back into the room. The bed was huge, and we undressed and lay together naked. Our passions arose again, and we made love to the sounds drifting up from the streets below. Her sweet body never seemed more alive. Her touches drove me to new heights of passion. When we came, we made no effort to stifle our cries of passion. This was Paris, City Of Love. 

The next day, Betsy and I went to the bank, to attend to Auntie's business. We were expected, and ushered into the managers office immediately. Betsy was introduced as my associate. She sat quietly and listened intently to every word. I explained some of the terms and meaning of the transactions to her as we went. 

Finally, our business done, the manager thanked both of us and ushered us out in grand style. Auntie's considerable money meant a great deal to the bank. Outside, Betsy asked several question that showed she had listened, and understood some of the dealings. As we walked the streets I schooled her somewhat in the banking vernacular. She drank up every word. 

We went back to the hotel to leave off the business papers, and to change into less staid clothes. I had impressed on her the importance of the proper dress when doing business. We dressed in simpler clothes, and sensible walking shoes.

In the lobby the desk clerk helped us set up an afternoon itinerary, and offered to obtain a reliable guide for us. We agreed. Without our asking, he soon had a lovely Parisian lady of perhaps forty as our guide. We both were delighted by Jeanne. She was lovely, witty, cleaver, and knowledgeable, and we were off in a carriage to tour Paris. Betsy and I both delighted in her Parisian accented English. I can speak French fluently, but out of difference to Betsy spoke mostly English. Jeanne was a delight to be around. Our first stop was the Eiffel tower. 

The elevator took us up and we looked out over the storybook Paris, spread before us. Jeanne pointed out landmarks. Betsy was afraid at first to move close to the rail, but soon, her natural curiosity had her looking down at the tiny people below. We ate in the wonderful restaurant in the tower. 

We took in the cathedrals, museums and art shops. It seemed every where we went, someone knew Jeanne, and seemed delighted to see her again. We ate desert in a sidewalk cafe and drank wine that Jeanne suggested. Betsy and I both became a little tipsy, and our hand holding, and subtle caresses did not go unnoticed by Jeanne. 

"You two lovely ladies are lovers, oui?" She asked with a twinkle in her eye.

We both giggled and I'm sure colored a little.

"In Paree, this is smiled on. Women, know how to please women. A Frenchman will kill, if he finds his wife with another man, but if he finds her with another women, -" she paused eyebrows lifting , "he wishes to join them." She finishing with a delightful laugh. "Many men have wives and mistresses, and many wives have husbands and mistresses."

"Jeanne, you are very perceptive." I said suddenly trusting this open, lovely woman. "I am new to the arts of Sappho. While we are in this city of love, I would like to learn more about it. Betsy and her friend have taught me quite a bit about this love, but I know Parisians could teach us both more about the gentle art. Do you have any suggestions?" 

"Let me think. I too have loved several women. My husband approves." She said with a wink.

"Did he want to join you?" Betsy asked with a laugh.

"Oui,oui! But of course. Men are so predictable." Jeanne said.

"And did he?" I asked, wondering if she would answer. 

"Once, my lady friend wished him to join us. We played a game. He was blindfolded and he could only tell by smell and taste which of us he was making love to. When he guessed wrong, he received a "caning," I believe you British call it, on his rear. He guessed wrong quite often as we changed perfume. I think we all three enjoyed it." Jeanne said. "I was not jealous to see him make love to my lady friend."

We wound across the city, seeing it as can only be seen with the help of a knowledgeable Parisian. She took us to a small restaurant and we had a fabulous dinner, dining on red checkered tablecloths, sawdust on the floor. Finally, back at the hotel, she paused. 

"Miss Diana, when would you like these lessons in love to begin?" She asked with a grin.

"As soon as possible." I said with no hesitation. 

"There will be a young lady, who will come to your room inside of two hours. She will bring a note from me. I assure you that you will be safe in her hands. I hope you two lovely ladies learn much. I will see you, where she shall take you."

I paid her the agreed sum for her guided tour, and added a generous tip. We had certainly enjoyed Paris as well as her company. She gave us a light kiss on the lips and left. We went to our rooms and freshened up a little, lay on the bed resting for a while.

It was dark outside, and about two hours since Jeanne had left us, there was a knock on the door. I opened the door, and a beautiful young girl stood outside. She had two small boxes with her. She handed me a note from Jeanne.

"Madame Jeanne asked me to come." She said in French, coming into the room "I will take you to where you wish to go. You must first change into these clothes. Your clothes say you are English. You will attract less attention if you appear Parisian.".

Betsy and I quickly changed into the plain dresses. She combed our hair out pulled it back and tied a ribbon around it. She gave us each a barrette, fastening it on our heads. When we looked into the mirror, we were two different women.

"Please take 25 of your pounds, and leave your other money behind. Take only your room key." She said. I did as she asked. She led us not to the elevator, but to the back stairs and we followed her down. We came out at the back of the hotel, and two passing chambermaids gave us not a second glance. She led us into the night. We walked for what must have been a mile, crossing the Seine, to where I remembered the West Bank to be. No one paid us much attention. We received a couple of whistles from men we passed. We appeared as two Parisian women and a girl. 

She led us off the main street, to a nondescript door, knocked twice. It opened and we slipped in. "Come in, please." Jeanne smiled at us. Welcome to my lover's house." 

She pulled me close and gave me a warm kiss on my lips, her tongue flicking lightly against my lips. Her body pressed lightly against mine. She stepped back and did the same to Betsy. Betsy closed her eyes, and when Jeanne stepped back, glanced at me for approval. I winked at her. 

Jeanne led us into another rather large room. She introduced us to her lover, Renée, who was a beautiful tall woman in her mid thirties. She gave us a hug, and light kiss on our lips, and welcomed us to her house.

"You wished to see how the Parisians made love. I was able to obtain two truly lovely women, who are dancers, and entertain at private parties. They will be here momentarily. I hope you two enjoy them. Renée and I have seen them before, and are anxious to watch them again". She brought some wine, and an excellent cheese, and we sat on a low sofa and talked to the two warm ladies. They sat close together, Jeanne's arm around Renée. 

Both spoke well, their English proficient, but with the lovely French accent to it. "When our entertainers arrive, we will both disrobe and lay on the couch. We like to caress each other as we watch. Feel free to disrobe, or to stay clothed. Renée and I find it very difficult to keep our hands to ourselves, when we watch these two beautiful women. They will not touch you unless you invite it, nor shall we, so you may relax."

Betsy and I decided to stay clothed for the time being. There was another low couch and we sat on it, awaiting the two dancers.

There was a knock on the door, and Renée opened it. Two very beautiful women came in. They both had long coats on. When the slipped them off, we saw why, The wore diaphanous harem clothes under the outer garments, gold slippers on their feet. Beneath the thin cloth we could see sparkles as they turned and moved. Renée and Jeanne greeted them, then brought them to us. Jeanne told them in French that we were from England, and wished to learn more of the arts of Sappho. 

They took our hands and kissed them, commenting on how lovely we were. They said they hoped we learned from their humble efforts, and it was an honor for us to come so far to see them. They were both unbelievably beautiful, with long graceful bodies, small perfect breasts only slightly hidden by their costumes. 

Their nipples tented the thin cloth They both had long blonde hair pulled back and braided, the braids reaching almost to their pert buttocks.. At the juncture of their thighs I could find not a trace of pubic hair, but the filmy cloth bunched there somewhat. As they moved across the room, I asked Betsy if she could fashion harem clothes for us. She nodded and giggled. 

Renée had a Victrola in one end of the room. One woman gave her several recorded disks and at a nod from her she put one on. Soft oriental music filled the room. The two began to dance sensuously. 

Renée and Jeanne disrobed, revealing firm bodies that were very beautiful. They lay on the couch across from us and nestled together. Renée lay behind Jeanne, her arm around her, caressing a firm full breast. Jeanne's hand moved behind her to find her friends cunny. 

The dancers moved in a sensuous harem dance. Their bodies were like living willow trees bending in the wind. They both had fantastic control of their bodies and could cause their belly muscles to ripple up and down. They held their hands in front of them grasping their own wrists and made their beautiful firm champagne glass sized breasts jump and move. Thighs spread, and hips thrust forward, they danced around and facing each other.

It was very sensual. Betsy and I both were very affected by it, and the sight of Renée and Jeanne, whose caresses had become more intimate. I stood up and quickly shed my clothes. Betsy did the same a moment later. Renée and Jeanne smiled their approval as we lay down imitating their position. I lay behind Betsy, and reached over her to slip my hand down to her sweet cunny. She raised her leg to give me free access to her intimate flesh. 

The two dancers began to slowly shed their diaphanous harem clothes, as one plucked veiled garments from the other. They wore necklaces, and bracelets that swung and sparkled. When their breasts were bare, we could see one had both nipples pierced, and a thin gold chain ran from one breast to the other. They also had something resembling sparkling dust on their bodies, so that as they turned they seemed to scintillate. 

One sank to her knees and bent backward. The other moved close and straddled her head. She grasped the thin cloth in her teeth and bent backward till she lay back on the floor, her legs bent outward. I marveled at how supple her body was. The diaphanous cloth slipped from the others body. She placed her hand over her cunny and danced around. When she came close to us and removed her hand, she revealed a completely hairless cunny. I had never seen an adult cunny shaved before. It was novel, and very lovely, I thought. 

She moved close to our heads and we saw her beautiful cunny close up. I could smell her subtle perfume, exotic and very sensuous. She danced away to move close to Renée and Jeanne. Jeanne reached out to lightly cup the offered cunny for a moment.

The other dancer did a backward roll and stopped supported by her arms and raised her legs, then slowly spread them. Her partner danced around her and then bent forward and placed her head at the juncture of her partner's lovely long thighs, and with her teeth, plucked the covering from her partners cunny. She pulled back, the veil between her teeth. Slowly the lovely women swiveled her body, first one way then the other. 

We could see a sparkle between her thighs. She flipped backward and danced before us. Spreading her legs, she turned her back to us and bent forward slowly. Betsy and I could not believe our eyes as she bent at the hips till her upper body was between her legs. She placed her arms through her legs and her head almost touched the floor. She turned slowly, moving only her feet. Inches from us her cunny was as lovely and as bare as her partner's. The glitter we had seen was a gold ring that pierced one of her cunny outer lips. Her partner danced close and ran her hands over her partner and spread her lips so we could see her pink wet core. In the other cunny lip was a small diamond stud. She placed her hands on the floor, did a hand stand, brought her legs to spread outward, and walked on her hands across the room to Jeanne and Renée. They repeated their display. 

The two went into an strange dance, that depended on the supple one's ability to slip into seeming impossible positions and bodily attitudes. She could lay on her back, bring her legs behind her arms, and bow forward until she could lick her own spread cunny. She could slip her own long tongue into her own core, or flick her clitty. She would stand upright, bend down, place her arms and shoulders behind her ankles. Her partner would lick her cunny and nether hole. She stood on her hands, let her partner move to her and they would lick each other at the same time, one upside down.

Betsy and I were enthralled with the two. We both glanced to Renée and Jeanne from time to time, as the two were caressing and kissing each other as they watched. We were both stimulating each other also. I had a finger buried into Betsy's sweet cunny, which I brought up to stroke her swollen clitty from time to time. She reached back to do the same to me. 

The music ended, and the athletic lady did a cartwheel to the Victrola, and changed the record. This one was more intense, with a heavy drum beat behind it. Her partner had disappeared for a moment, and when she returned, Betsy and I gasped. She had black straps around her waist, that went down between her thighs, but what we gasped at, was the large pink cock that jutted from her body. In the light, it looked very real. I had heard of dildos, but never seen one. I knew they were almost as old as man. They had been found in Egypt, Greece, China, and Rome. This was my first time to really see one.

"What is it?" Betsy asked in my ear. I told her.

The dancers now became male and female. The athletic one, with her breasts connected by the chain and rings in her cunny lips, played the coy one. The other became the man, strutting with his large cock before him. They moved and danced, till finally the 'male' caught the 'female' and pulled 'her' to 'him'. She grasped his 'cock' and slid down to lick and suck it till it gleamed. She turned away, bent forward and with a suggestive wiggle, presented her pert buttocks to her lover.

She reached back and took the dildo in her hand and guided it to her cunny, sliding it up and down her wet slit. Her partner caught her hips, and turning her so we all could see, she slowly began to slip the dildo into her love partner. Their actions were so like Daisy and her beau, but now it was two beautiful women fucking. 

The dildo was almost as long as Johnny's cock, but not quite so large around. Slowly is slipped into her clean shaven cunny. For the next ten minutes the two moved this way and that, changing positions as they fucked. The woman being fucked had at least two climaxes. Betsy and I talked later, and we did not think her climaxed were simulated, but real. She had all the symptoms of a genuine climax. The music died down and the two parted. 

A new record was put on, and this time the two came out and danced around. They had a long slender box they carried, and with much fanfare, opened it. They brought out a very long fat dildo, that was double ended, a large glens on each end. I guessed it to be a foot and a half long. They took a small jar out the box, and it was soon apparent that it contained a lubricant. 

They both slipped their hands up and down the dildo after they had put them in the jar. They stroked the dildo from end to end sensuously as if stroking the real thing. They lay down and positioned themselves slightly apart, hip to hip. They took the shining dildo, and each placed one end against their spread cunnies. 

We all watched fascinated, as they slid the dildo up and down their cunnies to lubricate them, then slid it inside themselves. They moved together impaling themselves on the long thick dildo. Like Daisy, we wondered if they could take all of it inside. They moved back and forth, slowly getting closer. The dildo seemed to move into one more than the other, I imagined they had wonderful control of their cunny muscles, then in turn, it would slide further into the other lover. 




My Very Personal Maid Ch. 3



With a final wiggle the monster dildo slipped the last inch, and the two lover's bodies met. They rolled slowly, moving so they were both on hands and knees, facing away from each other, joined by the long dildo in their cunnies. They began to thrust and press back and forth. We watched fascinated as they rocked and thrust, the dildo appearing and disappearing in and out of their pink cunnies. They each reached down and placed a hand on their cunnies and stroked their clitties. Their hands stroked faster, and hips thrust. 

Their actions affected all of us watching, for I looked over and Renée and Jeanne, who were watching raptly, hands moving between spread thighs. Betsy and I too, were fingering each other at a frantic pace. Sighs and moans filled the room as the two brought themselves, and each other off, as did the four watching.. 

The dancers got up and placed still another record on the Victrola. They danced gracefully around the room.. The music was sensuous, as were the dancers. They danced close, bodies brushing, breasts caressing backs, or face to face breast to breast. They stroked each other's bodies. This time they lay on the floor and went into a soixante neuf, writhing on the floor. 

When they became fully excited, they turned and one slid between the other's thighs. They pressed cunny to cunny, hips thrusting first one way, then the other. We could all see their excitement, when finally they moved to place their cunnies together as their legs scissored apart. Soft open wet flesh slid against widespread slick pink flesh. 

I wondered why we had never thought to try this. They held hands to help press their cunnies harder together. Nimble hips thrust and shifted to give and receive the most pleasure. We could hear the wet sounds as the two tried to bring themselves, and their lover, to a climax. Again, we four spectators were very excited by the actions and each tried to bring our partners to a climax as we watched. We joined them as they cried out their orgasmic passion as they came. Betsy and I joined our cries with the others. 

The two dancers arose, and we got up to hug them, and praise them for their performance. They dressed, while Betsy and I admired their splendid bodies from a closer view. They smiled their approval and told us they had enjoyed watching us also.

A soft kiss on our cheeks, and they were gone. We sat and talked to Renée and Jeanne, all of us still unabashedly nude. We thanked them for making the show possible. I asked if I could help pay for the performance, for I knew that they in all probably had to pay the two lovely women. 

"No, it was our pleasure. I asked you to bring 25 pounds for a different reason. I have a present for you. I request that you do not open it till you are back in England. I am not sure if the English customs will search your luggage, but this will pass through better if it is a gift. I am sure you will both like it's contents." Jeanne said an impish smile on her lovely face. 

Renée disappeared in the kitchen and came back with petite sandwiches she had made. We sat on the floor, still naked, and ate and drank wonderful French wine. .I asked about the dildos and they told me where they were made and how.

We were all completely relaxed after watching the dancers, and our reactions to them. I found it stimulating to watch the two beautiful women sitting legs crossed at the ankles, their cunnies exposed to our gaze. Their lovely cunnies were deep pink and gleaming from the excitement, the manual stimulation, and their orgasms. 

Renée saw my gaze and laughed. "I think they find our pussies interesting, no? She said glancing over at Jeanne. She reached down and put a finger on each side of her pussy and pulled upward, Her rather large, still swollen clitty, peeped out momentarily.

Jeanne laughed. "Yes, I believe they do. Why do you not spread your legs apart and loose some of your English puritanical modesty. We watched you, and saw that you too have very lovely 'pussies', as we French say. Women's sex organs vary greatly, and I personally find them almost all very attractive, and," she laughed, "exciting.. Did you find the shaved pussies of the lovely ladies attractive? I most certainly did!"

"Yes, I did. I had never seen any woman with a shaved cunny, or pussy, as you say. They were very beautiful. I actually found myself salivating." I said consciously letting my thighs spread apart. I crossed my legs at the ankles and felt my cunny lips part, and knew my sex was wet with my juices, and probably still deep pink from the rubbing Betsy had done to it. 

Betsy giggled beside me and spread her thighs apart. "This had been a night I will never forget. I learned quite a bit. Thank you for it. You have been most gracious hosts. You are truly beautiful ladies, in body and spirit. And you both have very lovely pussies too!" she said looking down at the two displayed cunnies. 

"I think Betsy has had a little too much wine, but what she says is true, every word. We shall be in Paris for another week. Jeanne, may we reserve your services for the full time? You can show us Paris, and the surrounding countryside. Please say yes. " I said earnestly.

"I think I can. I have no pressing engagements. I shall take you to my home tomorrow to meet my husband. That will reassure him that I am not off for a week with some man. It will be my pleasure to show you my France. I can not think of two lovelier women to show around. Can you Renée?" She asked her lover.

"Certainly not, I envy you. Promise you will not steal my wonderful lover from me!" She said with a naughty smile. We promised. 

Renée called the young girl after we had all dressed. We kissed good bye. Jeanne gave us a package tied with ribbon, wrapped in gay paper. The young girl, who we found was Renée's daughter, took us back to the hotel. We slipped up the back stairs again. We went into the room and the girl told us to give the clothes to Jeanne when we saw her. I tried to hand her some money for her trouble, but she graciously refused and left. 

We slipped into the shower and bathed each other. We were so satiated, we did not try to arouse each other. We fell into bed naked, cuddled close and were quickly asleep. 

I awoke drifting up from a wonderful dream. I was floating high above the city, looking down on the Eiffel tower from high above. I opened my eyes and realized that Betsy was between my spread thighs, her wonderful tongue slipping up and down my wet cunny. I reached down and stroked her soft hair.

"What a wonderful way to start the day in the City of Love." I murmured. 

"I could not resist. Now lay back, and enjoy your wake up call from your adoring 'companion'!"

"How can I resist such a wonderful suggestion." I closed my eyes, and let the erotic visions of the previous night fill my mind. Betsy's talented tongue and lips quickly brought me to a moaning, sobbing climax. When I had caught my breath I pulled her up to me and tried to repay her wonderful 'wake up call'. 

"I awoke an hour ago. I have already had a 'cum'. In fact several ! You'll never guess how." She said sitting up, a mischievous smile on her face.. I guessed several obvious ways. She shook her lovely head at each.

"No, it's something that I have found only in Paris, more particularly in this hotel." My puzzled look caused her to laugh. "The bidet. I went to the bathroom to pee, and decided to try it. I found that if I sat forward the water gushed out against my cunny. It felt so good. I experimented with it, and you can make the water nice and warm. You control the flow, and as it hits your clitty it gives a wonderful cum. I think I went off three times. I made so much noise, I am surprised I did not awaken you. You'll have to try it. I love Paris!" she said with such enthusiasm I grabbed her and hugged her, rolling with her on the bed. "Do you think you might have one installed in your bathroom in your Aunt's house?" 

I didn't try the bidet then. We dressed and went down to the restaurant and ate a hearty breakfast Jeanne came up to the room later. I had to tell her of Betsy's discovery. We all three laughed, and Betsy seemed not to be embarrassed in the least. I think she enjoyed sharing it with Jeanne. 

"Yes, it does give one something beside a clean bottom and pussy. You do not have them in your house?" She asked me.

"No I live with my Aunt. Her house is a huge old mansion. We do have bath tubs, and I found out years ago that the water from the tub faucet gushing out can stimulate your clitty wonderfully. Auntie said I used too much hot water. If she knew!" I said laughing. "Betsy had just suggested that I have a bidet installed in our mutual bathroom. I'm afraid Auntie wouldn't hear of it. She's rather old fashioned, and very frugal." 

"Tell my about your lover, Daisy." Jeanne asked Betsy as we left the room. Betsy told her as we rode away from the hotel. I caught the coachman leaning down to hear and motioned to Betsy. She stopped but Jeanne motioned for her to keep on, signaling her to talk a little louder. We suppressed our laughter as the coachman almost fell off the top trying to listen to the juicy details, Jeanne kept asking her to elaborate on. Betsy enjoyed telling it, elaborating on every juicy detail. I found it wonderful that she could bring her love out in the open telling Jeanne about her female lover. 

We stopped by Jeanne's beautiful house, and met her handsome husband. She had not told him we were lovers, and he was a very gracious host, though he flirted outrageously with Betsy and me. Jeanne even encouraged him. Later, we left to start our tour. 

With our lovely guide we toured Paris, then the surrounding countryside. The next day we took the train further from Paris, and saw rural France as we would never have seen it. We stayed the night in country inns, and ate at local restaurants that Jeanne's winning way won over both us, and the locals. 

At night Betsy and I slept together, and Jeanne slept in another bed. We made love often, and Jeanne sometimes watched us and stroked her lovely cunny as we made love. We three showered together unashamedly. We both admired her lovely body and freely told her so. 

The two weeks seemed to go by all too soon. We had enjoyed a wonderful visit and we both kissed Jeanne goodbye with tears in our eyes. She promised to visit us in England, and we promised to return to France again soon. I gave her a gift before we left, a beautiful opal ring I had spotted in a store. I had surreptitiously, taken her ring and measured it for her size when she had it off one night. Tears came to her eyes too. We had made a wonderful friend.

The trip home was uneventful. The channel crossing was unusually smooth and the day clear. We arrived home tired but happy. Auntie was happy with my handling of her affairs. She had received a post from Paris before we returned, filled with praise for my astute business acumen. 

Daisy came to my room early in the evening to hear how our trip had gone. I told her some of the things we had done. I told her I would be up later to tell her more. She hugged and kissed me, telling me she was glad I was back, that she had really missed both Betsy and me. 

Later Betsy was cleaning the steamer trunk out, taking our clothes out and sorting the ones that needed washing.. "Oh, Mum, here is the gift that Jeanne gave you. You put it in the bottom." She handed me the gift wrapped package.

I cut the ribbon, and slit the paper, pealing it off. A very beautiful presentation box was enclosed. It was of inlaid wood, polished and varnished. Woodland nymphs adorned the cover. It had a tiny lock, and two keys was enclosed in a velvet pouch. There was also an envelope from Jeanne. When I opened it, there was a lovely note, telling us that she hoped we enjoyed the enclosed gifts as much as she and Renée had with their set. I fitted a key in the lock and opened the box. There was a layer of tissue paper on top, and I pulled it off, not knowing what to expect. Both Betsy and I gasped, then broke into gales of laughter when we saw the contents. 

The inside of the box was lined with red velvet. There was a complete set of dildos from small and thin, to large long, thick ones, plus one of the large, long double ended dildos curved inside the box, that the dancers had used on each other. Neatly coiled at each end were two leather harness that the bases of the regular dildos fit into. I locked the bedroom door and we took them out and felt of them. I knew from what Renée and Jeanne had said, that they were made of India rubber. She said that they were made in France. That was what the 25 pounds that I had given Renée's daughter was for. We laughed and laughed as we held them in our hands and fondled them.

"Wait until tonight and Betsy sees these. We will have to try them out." I laughed fondling one monster. "Take them in the bathroom and wash them carefully with soap and water. We don't know where they have been. But we certainly know where they are going! I can not wait to try them out, can you, Dearest Betsy?"

"No, this largest one is equal to Johnny's thick cock. The very slender one, I think, beside being for a virgin, is probable to go up your arse." She said laughing, going into the bathroom. She came out minutes later with them on a towel, and we dried them off and replaced them in the velvet lined box.

"We shall need some lubricant. I have a jar of petroleum jelly, I use on my skin. It will not hurt our cunnies I used it several times on a cucumber that was a little tight fit in my cunny. It slipped into Daisy fairly easily." Betsy volunteered. 

"I've used it too on my cunny. It lubricates when I have trouble getting excited, and my cunny does not get juicy quickly. That was before you two lovelies came into my life. Now I just think about you two, and my cunny drips." I said, leaning over to kiss Betsy on her smooth neck. 

"I get excited too, just being around you and Daisy. Sometimes I almost want to scream, when you or Daisy are close, and I can see you and smell your perfume, and someone else is with us. Have you seen me cross my legs? I can squeeze my legs, and thigh muscles and it feels so good. If I do it too much I can cum, but when I do, you can tell what I'm doing by my face." Betsy said turning and kissing me back. 

"We better stop, or we'll wind up making love right now. I want us both to wait till tonight when Daisy is with us. It's been two weeks since we made love with her. Of course she's had her Johnny on the weekends." I said softly, cupping Betsy's lovely face with my hands. I kissed her lips lightly then pulled back. We locked the dildo box and placed it on top my dresser. It was so handsomely made it looked like an overly large jewelry case. 

Daisy came to turn down my bed, and I hugged and kissed her. Her soft body felt so good against mine again. It felt so good to be back. I told he to go up to her room, and I would be up in a moment. I had bought her several gifts in Paris, and I got them out. I took the dildo case and put it under my arm. Checking the hallway, I silently climbed the staircase. 

I opened Daisy door, closed and locked it behind me. Betsy and Daisy were on the bed kissing. Daisy noticed the packages and sat up. I got on the bed and kissed the two lovely women. We all agreed that we had missed each other. I handed Daisy one of the packages. She squealed when she saw it was an cameo broach. Her other presents were a truly lovely blouse with French lace on it. She was ecstatic over several pure silk scarves imported from the Orient, I had also gotten her several pairs of the latest style French 'panties' as they were called. 

Sheer and cut so they covered only the buttocks and stomach to a little above the navel. Very revealing for we prudish English. I had also gotten myself several pair also, as had Betsy. I told her to wear them the next time she and Johnny met. She thanked me profusely and kissed me over and over. She eyed the large box. 

"This is something we picked up in Paris, it's not called the City of Love without a reason. I ceremoniously took the key and unlocked it, then slowly opened it. Her reaction was the same as ours. She gasped then broke into laughter. 

"My God, cocks, all sizes of cocks. I did not know you could buy such. Trust the French to come up with something like this. I have to feel that big one. It looks just like Johnny's beautiful cock." She picked it up and fondled it. I told her they were called dildos and a brief history of them. 

"Ohhh, what's this monster for?" She asked slipping out the long thick double ended dildo. Betsy took it and pointed one end toward her, the other toward herself. 

"Guess, Silly. One end goes in you, and the other end goes in me." Then we both told her about the dancers and how they had used them. We had to tell her all about the dancers. She was incredulous at what they had done, and that they would shave their cunnies bald. 

"Can we try them out, Mum?" Daisy said expectantly holding up one of the dildos.

"Well, I think that would be a splendid idea. I certainly want to try one in my cunny. Maybe one of you two lovely ladies might help me out. Any volunteers for this odious job." I asked. They both squealed and grasped one of the dildos. 

I picked one that I thought would fit my cunny without too much trouble, and lay back. Betsy motioned Daisy to try it out on me. She had brought her jar of lubricant, and she greased it up for Daisy. I spread my thighs, and lovely Daisy slid between them to spread my cunny lips. 

She bent and licked up and down slowly, She placed the dildo head against me and pushed gently. The bulging head forced my cunny lips apart, then with a little wiggle on the end from Daisy, it slid inside me. I had never had a cock inside me. Technically I was still a virgin, but in name only. I had used my fingers and other smooth objects inside myself. My maidenhead was long ago disposed of. 

"Oh, that feels so good. Slip it in slowly, Daisy. Yes, like that. This is the first time I've had anything like that inside me. Pull it all the way out and slide it in again, Dearest Betsy. That is so good. Now slide it in deeper. Mnnn, Yes. Like that." I moaned. 

Betsy was beside me, and she cupped my breasts and watched intently as Daisy slid the dildo into me. She worked it deeper and deeper till I felt it hit my cervix and it gave me a jolt. The base pressed against my cunny and she began to slide it and out slowly.

"Oh, Daisy, fuck my with it. That feels so good. I see what you mean when you say it feels different from having you or Betsy lick my clitty. Mnn, fuck me harder. Slide it in hard and fast into my pussy. Yes. Harder. Oh. Oh. Squeeze my breasts, Darling Betsy. Pull my nipples. Yes. Like that. Ohhh." I moaned as Daisy pumped the dildo in and out and bent forward and her lips sucked my swollen and aching cliltty. 

Her tongue found the under side and I climaxed. I had to put my hand in my mouth and bite down on it to keep from screaming out. With the two wonderful women making love to me I climaxed violently, My hips thrust upward and Daisy had a hard time keeping her lips on my clitty. I came twice before I could grab Daisy's hand to stop her. They kissed me, and Daisy slid the dildo out, and licked my wet core. Betsy kissed my lips softly, and stroked my face. 

"I think you liked that Mistress!" Daisy laughed, looking up from between my thighs. "You called it your 'pussy.'" She laughed. "I never heard you use that name for it."

"The French ladies used that term. I liked it. We English use 'cunny' all the time. Adds a little variety to our language, oui Mamselle?" I laughed reaching down and stroking her long red hair. She nodded and licked my spread pussy again softly. 

"Your 'pussy', was so open when I slipped out the dildo. I could see far up inside you. It's so pink inside. It looks like a beautiful flower." Daisy said. 




My Very Personal Maid Ch. 3



"You had a good cum, Mum." Betsy said stroking my breast lightly. "I've had a cock inside me several times, but never had a cum like that. I wonder if having two women making love to you at the same time helped make it better?' 

"I'm sure it did. You were fondling my breasts and pulling on my nipples, while Daisy was fucking me with the dildo, and she was licking my aching clitty at the same time. If you left out the dildo, I probably would have cum anyway. It filled my pussy up and stimulated the inside at the same time. I think I would have to have been made of stone to resist those wonderful sensations. It, and you two wonderful sirens, sent me on a wonderful journey. Thank you. I truly love you both." I said pulling them close and kissing them back and forth. 

We kissing for a while. We told Daisy of our adventures in Paris, and described in more detail the dancers performance. Telling our erotic adventures served to heat all of our passions. Fingers slipped to wet pussies and we were soon all ready for love making. 

"I have an idea!" Betsy said. "We have the two sets of dildos." I have always wondered if two cocks could fuck my two holes. There's one small slender one and the one Daisy used on you. Would you two do it to me at the same time?"

Daisy and I quickly agreed. We got the two leather harnesses out of the box and inserted a dildo in each. It took some time till we found out how to slip into, and adjust the harnesses. There was a lot of giggling as we looked at the dildos jutting out from our bodies. Daisy put on the larger dildo, and I the smaller one. 

"Daisy, you lie on your back, and Betsy will straddle you. Yes, like that. Now I'll lubricate this dildo, and Betsy move back a little. Now slide down, and Daisy you press inward. Good." I said as I guided the dildo into Betsy's sweet cunny.. I waited until Daisy had slid almost all of the dildo inside her. I moved behind her and lubricating the smaller dildo and placed a dollop on her anus. I placed it against her little brown hole, and pressed my hips forward slowly.

"Tell me if it hurts, Love." I said. I felt a little resistance, then the knob slipped in and she moaned her pleasure. 

"Oh, Mum, that feels so good. Slowly, slip it in deeper. Oh, slowly. Yes, like that, yes!" She moaned as I slowly slid the dildo into her back passage. 

It felt so wonderful to be doing this. I could look down and see the larger dildo slide in and out of her sweet cunny. As it slid out, her cunny lips were stretched out, then pressed back in as she and Daisy worked together. I moved my hips in the unfamiliar thrust movements as I slid it deeper into her. Finally my hips met her buttocks, and the dildo was all the way into her sweet back passage. It took a few minutes for all three of us to adjust our movements until we were in synchronization.

Daisy, on the bottom thrust upward, Betsy moved her hips back and forth while I thrust against her. I could see Daisy's fingers move, rubbing her friends clitty as we all three moved. I reached around and caught her swollen breasts and squeezed them and pulled and rolled her hard nipples. I wondered how a man felt, and what sensations he felt as his cock slid in and out of a pussy, or tight anus. With the triple sensations we were giving Betsy she soon began to moan and sob her pleasure. 

Daisy pulled her head down and kissed her slipping her tongue into her mouth, I'm sure. It helped muffle her cries somewhat. Daisy and I both speeded up our thrusts, and her fingers slid over Betsy's clitty, rolling it round and round, till Betsy sobbed out, her body went rigid and trembled as she climaxed. We drove her to two gasping climaxes, one quickly following the other. 

We rested for a while. Daisy had not had a 'cum' so we asked her how she wanted to have it. "I would like for Betsy to try that biggest dildo in me. I have always wondered how it would feel to have her fuck me with big cock. She's used a cucumber and banana on me, but I wondered what it would feel like if she had a real cock and could fuck me proper." 

We thought that was a wonderful idea. The largest dildo was as large as Johnny's cock. Betsy slipped on with help from Daisy, replacing the one used on her. I got behind Daisy and licked her sweet cunny till she was squirming. Betsy got behind her, and I lubricated the large dildo, and positioned it against her cunny. Betsy took it and slid it up and down her slit, pushing in a little. 

"Oh, that feels good, Love. Now slip it in slowly. I have to let my cunny get used to it. I think it's a little larger then Johnny's. Easy, now push just a little. Yes, a little more. Ohh, Yes!" She sighed as the huge bulbous head slipped into her stretched cunny. "Now slide it in me. Deeper, it fills me up. Oh, my cunny is so full. Do it slow, Love. Now pull it almost all the way out and then slide it back in. Yesss, Oh!" She gasped as it slipped further inside her. 

Betsy did an admirable job of fucking her lovely friend. She mover her hips slowly, slipping the dildo further and further. She had almost all of it inside her lover, when Daisy put her hand back. 

"Now hold it there. It's against the top of my cunny. Press lightly and hold it. There! Oh, it feels so good. Now a little more. Yes, there. How much more of that magnificent cock is there?" She asked looking back at me.

"Just a little more. Daisy Dearest. You can take it all. Let Betsy fuck your sweet pussy. Just a little more." I said reaching over and stroking her buttocks. Betsy moved her hips back and forth slowly, allowing her friend to become accustomed to the huge invader. Slowly with each slow thrust, it disappeared inside her friend. Then with a slow even thrust, her thighs met Daisy's buttocks and the monster dildo was completely inside her cunny. 

"Oh, that fills me up. It's even bigger and longer than Johnny, It so fills my cunny up. Oh, Love, fuck me slowly. I've wanted to know how it would be to have you really fuck me. Reach under and pull my nipples like you do. Pull them hard. And fuck me, long slow strokes. Yes, like that. Long slow fucks." Daisy whispered, eyes closed.

Betsy reached around and began to twist and pull Daisy's nipples. I had to do something. I moved to one side of Daisy, and lay on my back. I slid under her and twisted my head so my face was under her cunny. I raised up and was able to tongued her sweet clitty, and her cunny, where the monster dildo slid in and out of her. She moaned her pleasure as Betsy and I both gave her pleasure. 

As her cunny stretched to accustomed to the large dildo, she urged Betsy to push it harder and faster inside her cunny. Betsy soon learned how to thrust her hips forward, something women do not do instinctively, like men. She caught the rhythm, and began to experiment with her thrusts. She remembered how Johnny had fucked her friend, and she moved her hips down, so the dildo rode upward, against Betsy's sensitive spot. It was apparent the moment she hit it for Daisy moaned, dropped her head and cried out.

Oh, yes, yes, yes! There, there!" like that, Love. It drives me wild when you do it there. Yes. Yes." She moaned. "Suck my clitty, please Mum, Yes, harder. Pull my nipples. Oh, Yes! Fuck me Love, fuck me, Dearest!" She cried out as Betsy and I drove her over the top and she came in a series of body wracking 'cums'. She must have had four or five in rapid succession as we worked on her sweet body. Then she gasped a "no more." I certainly hoped no one heard her cries. 

Betsy slowly pulled the dildo from her red cunny. I slipped my head behind her, and as it slipped out, her cunny closed slowly. I could see deep inside her wet pink vaginal opening. Her inner lips closed like a flower, and I slowly licked her sweet cunny juices for several moments. I slid out from under her and she rolled on to her side. Betsy and I both kissed her softly. 

"Oh, that was really a wonderful fuck, Love. I always wondered how it would feel having you fuck me. Thank you, and thank you Mum, for licking my clitty. That really sent me over the top. You are the best friends I have ever had. I'm so glad you went to France. We'll have to try the one with double ends next, but not tonight. You two wore me out. " She said kissing us in turn. 

It was late and I slipped down the stairs to my room. I took the dildos into the bathroom and washed them off, locked the case. They had been a success tonight. I slipped into bed and lay awake for a while thinking how lucky I was to have two such friends.

The next night I was in Betsy's room, with Daisy there too. They wanted to try out the double dildo on each other. I was more than willing for them to try it out. We got on the bed and kissed and caressed until the two were aroused, and ready to try the long dildo. It was a little crowded for them as the lay down facing each other. I took the dildo, and liberally coated it's entire length with lubricant. I placed one end against Daisy, and slid it into her sweet pussy for four or five inches. Next I placed the other end against Betsy and slid it into her tight cunny. It slid in some four inches inside her. They giggled as they worked their bodies toward each other, and it slid inside their cunnies. 

I suggested they hold hands and that way they could slip closer together slowly. It was fascinating as they moved together, and the long dildo slid further inside them. I had measured it and found it to be 19 inches long. I didn't think they could get it all in, and I was right. Betsy was the first to say that she could not take any more inside her, then a minute later Daisy said the same thing. There was a portion still left. 

I suggested that they slide apart a little and I would move it back and forth. They agreed and slipped apart a little. I grasped the center part, and began to move it back and forth, sliding it first deeper into one, then the other. They said it felt very good, going in and out. I used my free hand to rub one clitty, then the other. They began to thrust their hips forward to meet each thrust, and then they reached down and began to stroke their own clitties. They soon were breathing heavily, and Betsy was the first to cum. 

Her hips lifted off the bed, and her fingers flew over her swollen clitty. Daisy was not far behind her and she too moaned, and her hips rotated and thrust as she too climaxed. I let them recover, then began slowly moving the dildo back and forth again. It was an experience for me as I was giving both lovely women pleasure at the same time. I moved it slowly for a long, time until they began to respond to the stimulation. This time I bent forward and licked Betsy's clitty while I circled Daisy's with my free hand. They responded quickly and had another panting groaning climax. They said that was enough for a while. 

We three lay on the bed and kissed. They moved around and got me in the middle. Their talented tongues and hands soon had me eager and panting. They said they thought it was time that they both fucked me. I was a little apprehensive at first, but knew they would never hurt me. 

They took turns kissing me, while the other slipped on the harness and dildo. They used a smaller dildo for my cunny, and the smallest one for my rear. Betsy had on the larger, and she lay on her back. I lay on top of her, and spreading my thighs, slid over her body. Daisy lubricated the dildo, and licked my cunny to get it wet. She guided it to my cunny, and I pressed back against the invader. It met a momentary resistance then slipped past my inner lips to slide up inside me. 

It felt quite good. We worked together for several minutes till it was all the way inside me. Then I felt Daisy slipped a well lubricated finger first around, then inside my back passage, and a moment later I felt the smaller dildo press against my anus. The head pressed against it. There was a little discomfort, then it slipped past the tight opening, and into my bowels. I had put my finger there several times, but now this intruder slid deeper inside me. It felt strange but pleasant. 

"That feels, different. Now, Loves, slowly. Fuck your Mistress. I've heard servants wait and yearn for this moment for years. Now you two have a rare privilege. You can literally fuck your mistress, and up the arse too!" I said. It elicited giggles from both lovely ladies. 

Betsy looked up at me and leaned up and kissed me. "Mistress, we would never say that about you, we love you too much."

"I don't know, I think I rather like fucking my Mistress in the arse." Daisy said from behind with a wiggle of her hips that slid the dildo further up my rear. It was my turn to giggle. 

Daisy leaned forward and slid her hand under me and began to finger my clitty with one hand. Betsy caught a breast in each hand and squeezed and fondled them, pulling at my taut nipples. They slowly moved their hips in unison slipping both of the dildos inward till they had them fully inside my body. I began to rock my hips back against their movements, and in a few minutes had set a rhythm that was so nice. The two dildos stroked in my pussy and arse, sending waves of pleasure through my body. The two hands on my breasts, and hand on my clitty added to the pleasure. Daisy's breasts rubbed sensuously against my back, and I moved down a little and let my breasts rub against Betsy's. She and I kissed, tongues fencing and thrusting.

I closed my eyes and just let my body feel all the sensations that flowed through my body. It was incredible. I had two lovely women, making love to me, in ways I never imagined. Their hands, lips, bodies, and the two dildos they wielded, were sending unimagined sensations through my body. I do not know how I could have been stimulated more. I began to moan my pleasure and thrust my hips back against their hips. 

"Oh, that feels so wonderful, you two are killing me with your kisses, caresses, and the two cocks you are thrusting in my pussy and arse. They feel so wonderful. Your bodies feel so wonderful against me. Oh, I've never felt anything like it my life. God, I love it. Fuck my harder. Rub my clitty harder. Pull my nipples! Hard, like you want us to do to you Daisy. Yes, Yes. Ohhh!" I cried out as I came. 

Both women thrust harder against my body. Daisy pulled my nipples hard, twisting and pulling them. The pain intensified my orgasm and I cried out. Betsy pulled my mouth down to hers and covered my mouth with hers so cover my cries of passion. My pussy spasmed over and over as they continued to thrust into my body. I went from one orgasm to another. 

They wouldn't let me stop. They said that I had four climaxes one after the other. They slowed and I shuddered as I had one more small climax. I begged them to stop. Daisy slowly slipped out of my arse, and then Betsy slid the dildo out of my cunny. I fell over on my side, and lay gasping beside Betsy. Daisy slid down and slowly lapped my pussy, which she said was very red, and very wet with my juices. It felt so nice to end our love session like that. 

I kissed the two and told them how much I loved them, and how much they meant to me. They told me they felt the same about me also. I gathered our toys, and slipped down the stairs in the quiet house. I washed the toys, put them safely away, then slid into bed spent and exhausted. I didn't awaken till morning. 

Daisy, Betsy and I made love often. Betsy and I could make love in my room, or the bathroom just about any time we chose. We took baths together, and most of the time wound up making love. We used the dildos quite often. Daisy and Betsy encouraged me to use larger and larger dildos until I had stretched my cunny till I could take all but the largest. They used some of the larger in our arses. We did the same to Betsy. She and I frequently used the double dildo, in the tub, which usually wound up with water all over the floor, but two spent and very happy women. 

To Be Continued...



My Very Personal Maid Ch. 4



Betsy and I went to Paris again for a week. We contacted Jeanne and took her out to dinner. Betsy and I had decided before we contacted her that if the occasion arose, we would make love to the beautiful women. We both were entranced by her beauty, wit, and not the least her body. We both had seen it in all its naked splendor, and closely several times as we had showered together during our previous visit. 

After my business for Auntie had been transacted, Jeanne agreed to take us to the French Riviera, and as it was summer, we naturally went to the beach. The French wore rather daring swimming attire as opposed to the long all covering bathing costumes that we English wear. Jeanne had us buy the latest bathing costumes, that showed quite a bit of the leg, and the tops were low cut of knit material that hugged the bosom, and when the cool water hit our, our nipples tented the cloth. We had a marvelous time, the Frenchman tended to be very bold in their advances. We coyly spurned them. We all went back to the hotel to shower, and change.

Betsy and I got into the shower, and a minute later Jeanne asked if she could join us. We both said 'yes' enthusiastically at the same moment and we all broke into laughter as Jeanne joined us. 

"Let me soap your back." Betsy volunteered. Jeanne turned her back to Betsy, and she began soaping our lovely guides back. I stood in front of her.

"May I soap the front?" I asked looking her in the eye.

"Are all you English so slow to discover your sexuality?" She asked with typical French frankness, but a lovely smile on her face. 

"English prudery, and caution! I imagine. You are certainly lovely enough. We both wondered why we did not do this before when we had the chance." I said as I took the soap and lathered my hands and began to soap her beautiful breasts. 

She moved closer and pulled me to her, our soapy bodies sliding sensuously together. Betsy slid against her back, and reached around to hold her by the hips and press her back tightly against her. Jeanne slid a hand between us and a slippery hand found my cunny, and a bold finger slid up inside me. I moaned my approval. 

Behind her Betsy lost no time in slipping a finger between her thighs, and up into her cunny as well. She spread her legs apart to give Betsy more access. I slid one hand down, found Betsy's finger up inside her and moved it up a little to find her swollen clitty. She and I kissed while both Betsy and I made love to her and her naughty fingers slid in and out of me. 

She reached back with her free hand and slid a finger up inside Betsy. We stood bodies pressing and squirming, beneath the warm water and quickly brought each other off. Our cries and moans filled the bathroom, and into the bedroom, I imagined. We let our cries of passion out freely. 

Laughing,, we washed off properly, with fingers slipping up and down to make sure no spot was left unwashed. We agreed that it was a marvelous way to end a day at the beach. We dried each other off and went into the bedroom and promptly fell in a heap onto the bed.

Daisy kissed Jeanne, and I moved to kiss her lovely firm breasts. I slid down, and was soon between her spread thighs. I kissed her smooth thighs, licking her soft flesh, moving closer to her spread pussy. I spread her pussy lips apart exposing her pink rosy center. I slid my tongue out and spread my tongue and licked from bottom to top. She was wet and her juices salty and sweet. I inhaled deeply, savoring her scent. 

It was different from Betsy and Daisy, wonderful. I licked again and again till she moaned, lifting her hips upward. She reached down and with two fingers, spread and pulled upward to expose her pink clitty. Jeanne's clitty was large and swollen, larger than any I had ever seen, only a little smaller than my little finger and slid out of its sheath like a tiny penis I lost no time accommodating her, and sucked and licked lustily. I slid two fingers inside her slippery pussy, using them as Daisy and Betsy had taught me. 

She and Betsy were kissing and fondling each others beasts, while I kissed and frig her slippery pussy. I felt so wonderful, when she began to cry out her passion. I redoubled my efforts and her cries filled the room. I'm sure anyone in the hall could hear her. None of us cared. Betsy and I drove her to several climaxes before she put her hand on mine indicating she had enough. 

After we had rested, we dressed and went down to dinner. We spent a wonderful two hours over dinner, which was a magnificent seven course banquet. Any number of Frenchmen stopped by to pay complements to three lovely ladies alone in the hotel dining room. Several bottles of champagne were sent back with our regrets. After a delightful meal, we went for a stroll down the boulevard. The moon was full and the Mediterranean so lovely by moonlight. A picture perfect evening. 

Back in the hotel, we undressed and moved to the bed. Jeanne looked at me and crooked a finger wickedly. "Now, it's my turn. I've been dying to make love to you Diana," she turned her head and looked at Betsy, "and to you too Betsy . I watched you two make love and wanted to join you. Now I can make up for lost time." 

She moved and lay down beside me. We embraced and kissed. Her touches and kisses were gentle and soft. Her fingers and hands seemed to float over my body, caresses soft as a feathers touch. They were so erotic and enflaming. I soon found I was gasping for her touch. My hips writhed. She moved down so slowly. She used the back of her arm to run over my stomach, the fine hairs on her arm grazing my skin. I spread my thighs wanting her to press her lips hard against my spread pussy. 

She slipped down between my thighs, but her kisses were feather light, like her caresses. I ached, I hurt for her tongue, her lips. When her tongue caressed my pussy lips it too was a feather touch. Her hands slid softly up my thighs. I cried out as her tongue probed ever so softly upward to find my aching clitty. When she sucked it gently I almost came, then when her tongue lightly flicked the under side I did come, violently, hips thrusting upward. Her hands went under my body holding me as she licked and sucked my clitty over and over. 

I came again and again for her. Betsy said I came at least four times as her magic lips and tongue drove me on. Unable to stand it any more, I pushed her head gently away, and covered my pussy with my hands. I could not stand another touch there. She moved up and pulled me to her holding me close, kissing my cheek softly. I turned my head slightly and kissed her lips, tasting my pussy juices on her. Our tongues met and softly touched and explored. We kissed for a few minutes.

She moved aside and moved over to Betsy. "Now you lovely beauty, it's time I made love to you. You too have a lovely and desirable body. I watched you two making love and lusted for you also." They moved together, bodies twining, kissing passionately. 

"I wanted to make love to you too." Betsy said. "I watched you stroking your beautiful body and your cunny, and I wanted to rush over and slip my tongue inside you. Could you and I make love at the same time, what you French call a soixante neuf?" Betsy asked looking deep into Jeanne's lovely eyes.

Jeanne's answer was to pull Betsy to her and kiss her deeply. She slid around in the bed and they worked their way slowly downward. They kissed and caressed each other's breasts for a long time till both sets of breasts were swollen and firm, nipples erect and jutting. I watched as they moved slowly down, leaving wet trails on soft skin. They lay on their sides, and I moved closer to watch as they kissed soft white thighs, while their pussies spread open like flowers opening. Their pussies were both wet and juices formed and wet their outer lips. I slid my finger down and slid a finger into my once more excited pussy. 

It was so exciting to watch these two beauties at so close a distance. Their perfumes and the smell of their excited sexes were an aphrodisiac to me. Tongues slid to run up and down wet slick flesh, then slide into pink cores. Lips sucked and drew out the love juices.. Betsy moaned when she saw Jeanne's large firm clitty in front of her face. She licked it over and over, then slid it between her lips and sucked it. I could tell her tongue was flicking it at the same time. Jeanne moaned loudly, and her lips and tongue devoured Betsy's sweet clitty at the same time. 

I got out of the bed and went to my trunk, and in an instant was on the bed with one of the larger dildos. I wet it quickly with my saliva and moved close to the two and slipped it into my own aching pussy. I slid it deep inside my body and stroked it in and out as I watched, and used my other hand to stroke my aching clitty. 

The two lovelies finger fucked and licked each other to several moaning climaxes. I joined them in one, and came wonderfully as I fucked myself hard and fast with the dildo. We lay gasping for a while then kissed and went to sleep all in the same large comfortable bed. 

I awoke in the morning with Jeanne's talented finger sliding in and out of my now excited pussy. It was my turn to move over her lovely firm body and make love to her. I turned in the bed and she guided me to lie atop her Once more, I found her large clitty and tried something I had never thought of doing until that moment. I have always had the ability to roll my tongue into a tube. When I was little, I used it to squirt water on my playmates. Suddenly I thought of a new use for this 'talent'. I licked Jeanne's firm clitty and sucked it till it was hard and firm. Pulling upward on it with my fingers till it peeped out of its sheath to the fullest, I made my tongue into a tube and slid it over her clitty. I began to slide my tongue back and forth as rapidly as I could. She cried out against my cunny as I fucked her long clitty with my tongue. She later told me that the slight roughness of my taste buds sliding up and down her clitty drove her wild with joy.

My tongue surrounded her turgid clitty giving it the ultimate titillation. She screamed out and her hips thrust up against my mouth. It was all I could do to keep my tongue around her large clitty. She came three or four times before she pushed me away. She held me in place, and resting atop her firm lovely body, she showed her appreciation by bringing me to several wrenching climaxes. 

Of course we had roused Betsy from sleep, and she lay watching us while her fingers played over her clitty. We both turned to her and kissed and caressed her to several climaxes, taking turns making love to her lovely soft body. We went into the shower and washed each other, with much laughter, and wriggling, as fingers slid into front and back orifices, as we teased each other. We came out very clean, and very happy. 

We took boat trips to neighboring islands and towns. Jeanne knew all the scenic and interesting places. We hired a coach and went into the surrounding country. We visited vineyards and the wineries, tasted the fine French wines and champagnes, and bought bottles to take home with us. I had several cases shipped to Auntie. The time flew and we traveled by train back to Paris. 

We bid Jeanne a tearful adieu and took the boat train back to England. Part of the trip was at night and Betsy and I had a sleeping compartment. We spent several wonderful hours making love while the train rocked and clicked along. We used the strap on dildos on each other, pretending we were men, making love to their paramours on the train. 

As we ate sedately in the dining car the next day, we laughed as we wondered what our fellow passengers would say if they knew of our outrageous behavior of the previous night. 

"See that lovely lady sitting with the man with the huge belly?" Betsy asked quietly. "I wonder if she would like to have you slip the larger of the dildos between her thighs and into her sweet cunny?" 

"I imagine so. He probably has not seen his small organ in many years except in a mirror. She is lovely. Shall we ask her to join us in our suite?" I said mischievously. We both laughed and of course did no such thing. 

Betsy, Daisy and I had filled our summer evenings with lovemaking. On several Sunday afternoons we slipped into the barn to watch Daisy and Johnny make love. She put on quite a show for us, knowing we were watching scant feet away. She and Johnny fucked and Betsy and I took turns using the dildo on each other behind the wall. It was very exciting and we almost made too much noise several times. 

Daisy kept Johnny distracted and would not let him investigate the strange brief noises we made. Once at our request she had him place his large cock between her breasts and fuck them till he squirted his juices over her snowy bosom and throat. She had him slip into a 69 for us also, and positioned him so we got to see him close up lapping her sweet cunny. We were inches away watching eagerly. After he had left we both made love to her again, taking turns licking her rosy and wet center till she came several more times. 

Summer ran into fall and I prepared for the University at Cambridge. Auntie had endowed two chairs in business, and as her late husband, a Duke, had been on the Board of Regents I was reluctantly allowed to attend the University instead of going to Girton the University's school for women. 

Betsy and I looked at houses and were able to lease a lovely flat close to the university. No one thought anything about two young women of university age rooming together. 

I had done some investigating among Auntie's business associates and though it was a little unusual, obtained a position for Betsy at a banking firm working part time. She was to be introduced to the world of finance. The wife of one of Auntie's banking associates, was his secretary and Mrs. Susan Mason was very knowledgeable. Betsy would work under her and learn from her. 

I entered the business curriculum, and was the only woman in the class. There were many snide comments made until I made the dean's list, and the top of my class. I soon had several eager men asking my advice on matters of business when it became known, how I never knew, that I was also a very wealth woman. I was cool but coy to their advances. In the classes the professors opened up to me slightly as they realized that I had quite a bit of business acumen, as well as a real head on my shoulders, regardless of my sex. 

Betsy was ecstatic in her job. Her superior was a warm and lovely women, who treated her as an equal. She picked up the business language and ideas quickly, and quizzed me with very intuitive questions. I lent her some of my books to study and she soon became very astute, business wise. She was not schooled enough to enter the university but her quick mind could easily have put her above many in my class, a point I made to her many times, much to her delight. 

She came in one day very pensive, and I asked her the reason. "I think Mrs. Mason, Sue, is very unhappy at home. Today, she began to cry when her husband left the office. It was nothing he said, but his cool manner. I guess they are not close." She said with a frown. "She is such a warm and lovely woman, I hate to see her sad."

I gave her a hug and a gentle kiss and thought no more about it. We made love very frequently, sleeping in the same large bed. We enjoyed bathing and taking showers together as our flat had a tub with a shower, which we had learned to enjoy in Paris. We would start the day many days bringing each other off in the shower. The feel of our slippery bodies together was an aphrodisiac we both enjoyed. 

"You will never guess what happened today at the office." Betsy said one evening after returning from work, her lovely eyes shining, and her face aglow. "Sue, Mrs. Mason kissed me!"

"Well, that's interesting." I said with a laugh. "Did you instigate this, you naughty girl! Not that I blame you. She is a very attractive woman!"

"No. She had been very sad, and I went over to her to try to cheer her up. I put my arms around her and hugged her. I told her I didn't like to see her so sad. She put her arm around me and hugged be back. She cried for several minutes, and we held each other. I offered her my hankie to wipe her tears, and she looked at me for a long time then she pulled me close and kissed me ever so softly on the lips. I kissed her back. She broke the kiss only after a long time, then she left the room suddenly. As it was time for me to leave, I did not see her before I left. It was a soft wonderful kiss. I enjoyed it." She said smiling 

"I'm glad. If she says anything about it, play it down, but it would not hurt to let her know that you did not take offense at the kiss. Who knows, we may have found a kindred spirit. A little advice to always remember. Never, ever, get involved with an affair of our kind with anyone who does not have as much to loose, by it becoming public knowledge, as you do. I am sure that women of her statue seek out affairs of the heart with both sexes." I said moving to her and kissing her softly. 

She kissed me back passionately, and I knew her passion had been kindled by the earlier kiss from her employer. We quickly shed our clothes and fell onto the bed and made passionate love. 

"I think I like your lady employer very much," I said as I slid between her soft thighs. "Tell her she is an aphrodisiac to you that I totally approve of!" Her hands went to my head, burying it against her eager sex. "I shall be sure and tell her first thing in the morning. Oh, yes, like that, Love! Yes!" She cried out.

The next day Betsy said that Sue had not mentioned the kiss of the day before, but had been very gentle with her in their dealings. She had given Betsy a flower and small vase to put on her desk. "She touched me very lightly several times, just a brush now and then, but deliberate, I'm sure. I just looked up at her and smiled." 

It was several days later that Sue invited Betsy to her house. Her husband was gone on a trip, and they were alone except for the servants. They had dinner together and Betsy enjoyed it very much. After dinner they sat in the beautifully furnished sitting room. Betsy related the story later that night. 

"Betsy, I really am impressed with your work. You are a very hard worker, and have picked up the knowledge of banking quickly. My husband has been impressed with you also." Sue told Betsy.

"I have tried my best. I have studied some of Diana's textbooks at night to gain more understanding of the banking business. Diana has tutored me and helped me understand the banking field. Your husband is kind. You must be proud of him." Betsy had told Sue, knowing that there was trouble between the two. 

Sue had begun to cry, and Betsy went and sat beside her, holding her. "He isn't kind now. I don't know what has come over him. I believe he has a mistress. He is gone at night when he should be home. He gets messages he reads and burns. He takes many business trips that are unnecessary. I don't know what to do." Sue said sobbing. Betsy held her close and stroked her hair, telling her she was sorry. 

"Then she turned and looked up at me again the way she had done before. I saw the pain in her eyes and I kissed her softly. She kissed me back and held me close. I did not pull back. I let her kiss me just returning the pressure. She slid her tongue out and lightly grazed my lips. I let my lips slip apart and she gently slid her tongue further out. I let it slide into my mouth. She is a wonderful kisser and it didn't take much before I let my tongue stroke hers ever so lightly.

"I had decided not to be the first to initiate an sexual move, and continued to kiss and tongue her. Then I felt her hand move to cup my breast. I let it stay, but didn't react to it She became bolder and slid her hand up and onto the bare skin above my bodice. I pressed against her and covered her hand with mine to let her know I approved. She stroked my skin for several moments then pulled back. Her eyes were shining and she kissed me lightly again. 




My Very Personal Maid Ch. 4



"I hope you are not offended, Betsy. When I kissed you the other day, I sensed you liked it. Was I too bold?" She asked me. I told her I was not, that I enjoyed it.

"I had hoped you would." She said. "You are a very attractive woman, and I find you very desirable. I do not want to ruin our good relations. Do you like me also?" I said I did and found her a very desirable women also. She seemed very relieved.

"We cannot go any further in this house. The servants are loyal to my husband and would report anything we might do, to him. I wish there was a place we could go to be alone. Would you like that?" I told her I would like that very much. I also told her that she might come to our flat when you were out. 

"Do you think you could manage to leave the flat for a while so that two beautiful women could come here and make love, in this very bed." Betsy asked me finishing her story. We had gotten on the bed and undressed as she told her story. Our hands slid downward to stroke our now wet cunnies. We teased our clitties knowing that we would make love shortly. 

"Oh, I'm sure of it. I might be persuaded to hide in the closet and watch through the louvers in the door. Perhaps after several visits, I might just happen to come home at the wrong time and find you two in an improper embrace. And with a little persuasion, join you two in bed." With that, Betsy leaned over and pushed me back, and her lips found my hard nipples and sucked them to harder points. 

"Oh, Love, you don't know how much I wanted to make love to her tonight. My cunny was positively wet. When I got in her coach, I slipped my hand down and my knickers were wet at the crotch. I could hardly stand it till I could be here with you. I'm going to lick you to one explosive cum, then you can do me. She's such a wonderful sensual women. I can hardly wait till I have her in this bed. I want to lick her cunny while you watch. I'm sure she is a beauty when she is naked." She mumbled the last as her lips covered my cunny lips and her tongue slid into me. We had a very enthusiastic and feverish bout of love making.

The next evening Betsy was ecstatic. "We kissed in the office. No one will come in without knocking, and we were in the filing room in back, where even if they came in we would have time to cover what we were doing. She is a very good kisser. I let her fondle my breasts, and she kissed them on the upper part. I felt of her breasts and they are firm and nice. I can hardly wait to see them naked. 

"She asked when she could come over when you would not be here. I told her you were going out tomorrow night and would not be back for at least three hours. She's coming over at seven o'clock. You can watch from behind the door, and I'll give you plenty of time to hide in the closet. I'm so excited. I really like her, and I think you will too! You are not jealous of her are you?" She asked moving close to me.

"Of course not, My Love." I reassured her holding her close. "There has not been any jealousy between you, Daisy and me. I hope we can both love this lovely women. I was attracted to her from the first day I met her, though not sexually. If I am any judge of character, I think she was attracted to me too. I caught her looking at me in a more than friendly way several times. I have known her and her husband for several years, and been in their house many times." I told my dear love. I believed she was bringing a new love into our lives. 

The next day seemed endless. Classes were dull and each seemed to last for hours. I'm afraid I did not pay the attention I should to the professors. My mind keep thinking of the lovely Sue in Betsy's arms. I squirmed in my chair, very unladylike, my cunny itching to be stroked. 

Betsy and I had a light dinner, and set the stage for the evening's love feast. I moved clothes aside in the closet, and put a stool there. The slatted shutters gave me a grand view looking down on the bed which was close beside it. We placed the light to throw it's illumination on the bed, and the shutters in the dark. We didn't want Sue to be able to see me watching them.

Sue was right on time. She and Betsy sat in the parlor, and drank wine and talked. I was in the bedroom naked, watching. Sue moved beside Betsy and they began to kiss. I enjoyed watching them. Betsy played the role of the semi-innocent, coy but enjoying the older women's attentions. 

Sue was very gentle and kissed Betsy's throat and upper bosom for a long time, before she started to unbutton Betsy's blouse. I watched through the crack in the door, and fingered my clitty slowly, teasing it. Sue skillfully slipped Betsy's blouse off and held her close, reaching around to unfasten her brassiere. She slipped it off.

"Oh, you have the most beautiful breasts. They are perfect. So full and round. What lovely large brown nipples, they seem to ask for lips to suck them. May I?" Sue asked softly looking up at Betsy. Betsy nodded, and turned her head aside slightly. 

Sue, I imagine, truly thought this was the first time Betsy had been with another women. She took her time kissing Betsy's sweet and truly lovely breasts, licking and kissing her nipples to twin peaks of desire. She fondled them expertly. This was no innocent women where women was concerned, of that I was sure. My mouth watered at the prospect of making love to her. Sue spent a very long time kissing Betsy's breasts and Betsy was moaning her pleasure.

"Oh, Mam, you have made me so excited. I have never felt like this before. Are you sure this is right, between us?" She asked, a worried look on her lovely face. 

"Oh yes. This feels so right. It can get even better. Who but a women knows where and how another women wants to be touched and kissed. Have you ever been with another women, My Dear?" Sue asked looking up at Betsy's face.

"Only when I was a younger, my friend and I looked at each others cunnies and fingered ourselves. She bent down and kissed me on my bare cunnie once or twice." Betsy replied softly and shyly. I smiled at her acting ability. 

"Did you enjoy it?' Sue asked. 

"Yes, it felt good. I wished a little that she had gone further." Sue replied. 

"Would you like me to go further, kiss your bare cunny?" 

"Yes, I think I would like that. Are you sure it's all right?" 'Innocent Betsy' asked.

"My Love, I guarantee you will like it." Sue said, her face lighting up.

"Can we go into the bedroom? We have a large bed, and it will be so much more comfortable than here on the couch." Betsy asked. They got up and she pulled Sue to her and they kissed. That was my signal to slip into the closet. I sat on the high stool, which I had placed a cushion on to make it a little softer on my bare buttocks. A minute or two later they came into the room. 

"What a lovely bedroom, do you and Diana sleep in the same bed." Sue asked.

"Oh yes, we are good friends, and the bed is very large. We don't bother each other at night. I'm so fortunate to have her for a friend." They moved to the bed and sat down. They kissed. 

"Please take off your blouse. I feel uncomfortable with just mine off." Betsy asked Sue. She stood up and slipped hers off, revealing a lovely lace slip, which she pulled down. Her brassiere was very lacy too and obviously expensive. She turned to Betsy.

"You take it off for me. Slip off the shoulder straps, Yes, now slowly slip it down off my breasts. Yes, like that. See how my nipples are hard. Why don't you kiss them?" She asked. Betsy hesitated for a moment, and looked into Sue's eyes.

She bent forward, and hesitated again just the right amount of time. She leaned forward and kissed her nipple quickly then pulled back. She continued to look at it till Sue leaned forward and brushed her nipple against Betsy's lips. Betsy kissed it again and this time sucked the nipple running her lips across it several times. 

"Oh yes, that feels so good. Suck it a little harder, take it into your mouth, yes, like that. Now use your tongue to run around it. Oh yes, you do that so wonderfully. Now cup it from below with your hand, gently stroke it. Yes. Oh, that feels so good." 

In the closet I watched the stellar performance Betsy was doing. Sue was a truly beautiful women. Her breasts were perfect. They were wonderfully shaped, rounded cones, set off by swollen, rounded, cone shaped aureoles, and tipped by lovely firm nipples. They were exotic and I could hardly wait to kiss and suck them. I found my mouth watering at the sight of them. Betsy moved from one breast to the other, slowly as if unsure of herself. 

"Now, Love, stand up and let me undress you, I want to see the rest of your lovely body. If it is as lovely as your face and breasts, I'm sure you are a true beauty. Sue said. 

Betsy stood and Sue slowly undressed her, admiring and kissing her as she slipped her clothes off till she was gloriously naked. I looked at her from behind the door and she was truly a lovely woman, full and rich bodied. I knew every inch of her body, and still thought what a splendid women she was. 

Sue had her turn and her hands slid up and down Betsy's body. "My God, you truly are a beautiful women. You make me weak in the knees looking at you. Your cunny hair is so black and glossy. I can hardly wait to spread it apart and see what it conceals. " Sue marveled.

She stood up and pulled Betsy against her and they kissed and stroked. "Would you undress me?" She asked Betsy. Betsy nodded shyly. She undid Sue's skirt, slipped it down, then her underpants which were thin and lacy. Sue had on long hose held up by a suspender belt. Betsy knelt and undid the fastenings, and slid the hose off carefully.

Sue stood gloriously naked before us. Betsy caught her breath as did I. Sue was a truly lovely woman, tall and elegant. Her waist was small, her hips slender, her small belly slightly rounded. Her pubic hair was golden blonde, and her legs long and graceful. With her beautiful breasts, and lovely face, she was a truly stunning women. 

She turned her back to Betsy. "Take down my hair, Love, please." She wore her golden hair up in a beautiful French roll. Betsy took the pins out and it cascaded down over her lovely shoulders. She turned slowly, to give Betsy a full look at her body. We both caught our breaths at how truly beautiful she was. 

"Now, Love, lie back on the bed and let me kiss your lovely body from top to bottom. I know you will like this."

Betsy laid back on the bed and put one hand over her eyes. Sue moved beside her and began to make love to my beautiful lover. Sue took her time kissing Betsy's firm, full breasts commenting on them and how she loved her large brown aureoles, and swollen nipples. She worked her way down, and parted Betsy's soft rounded thighs. 

"Oh, you have such a lovely cunny. Your hair is so dark and glossy. It's such a contrast to your white thighs and skin. Let me part it and see your lovely cunny. I'll part it with my tongue and let you feel my tongue slide into you. Mnnn, you taste delicious. I knew you would have a sweet and tasty pussy. " Sue whispered. Her fingers pulled out and up and she sighed. "Oh, you have the most beautiful clitoris, I have never seen one as lovely. It's so firm and large. I want to lick and suck it till you scream with pleasure. "

I sat only feet away while this beautiful woman kissed, licked, and stroked Betsy to several moaning climaxes. I had several climaxes also, being careful not to make any noise as I did. Sue moved up and kissed Betsy for a long time. She was in no hurry for her next move. "Now, Love, would you like to make love to me, the way I did to you?" 

"Oh, yes, that was so wonderful. I never knew how it would be to have a woman make love to me. Do I do what you did to me?" She asked innocently. 

Sue assured this skillful lover that that was true. Betsy moved beside her and began to make love to this body that must have driven many a man and woman wild with desire at the sight of it. She did a superb job of not knowing what to do. Sue coached her from time to time. She hesitated for a while when she placed her face between Sue's superb thighs. 

Sue took her head and gently guided her to her spread cunny and pressed it against her pink flesh. Then Betsy began to lick and suck her cunny. Sue guided her upward to her clitty and moaned aloud as Betsy's tongued lapped her sensitive clitty. She 'guided' Betsy's fingers into her cunny to finger fuck her. Betsy needed no further advice when she drove her lovely employer to several moaning, explosive orgasms. I joined Sue in two orgasms, watching from the closet and fingering myself frantically. The view was wonderful and excitingly erotic. 

The two beautiful women kissed and softly caressed lying on the bed. Sue told Betsy how much she had enjoyed their evening, and asked if she could come again when I would not be there. Betsy of course told her she wanted her to come back soon.

"Is Diana lovely when she is nude?" Sue asked.

"Oh, yes, she has the most beautiful body. I have seen her nude many times while we were dressing and in the bath. I never stared, but she has the most beautiful body." Betsy lied shyly. 

"Have you ever had her look at you intently while you were naked? Did she stare at you?" Sue asked.

I know Betsy had to suppress a smile at the questions. She and I both knew what Sue was implying. 'Did I like women?'

"Oh, no. I'm sure she would be horrified if she knew what you and I had just done. She is so sweet and innocent. I'm sure the thought never crossed her mind." Betsy insisted . 

"I wonder. I have known her for several years and thought she might entertain ideas of love with an other women. I thought I caught her looking at me, well, with more than a little interest." Sue said. 

I had looked at her as a beautiful woman, no more. Of course only recently had my eyes been opened to the opportunities and joys of Sapphitic love.

They kissed and caresses softly and Sue got Betsy to describe in detail how I looked naked. Betsy did a credible job of describing my body, with Sue dragging every detail out of the 'reluctant' women. They made love again slowly and gently, one last time, then Betsy helped Sue dress and she left before it was time for me to 'return'. 

When the door was closed, we watched discretely from behind the curtain as Sue entered her coach. We both burst into laughter. "My Love, you are an actress that should be on the stage. You gave a stellar performance. You were the picture of innocence. Did you enjoy your own performance?" I asked after we had quit laughing. 

She kissed me, and slipped off her robe. She pulled me close and her soft warm body pressed eagerly against mine. "Oh Diana, I was so excited, I could hardly keep from leaping on her and devouring her. She is fantastic. What a beautiful woman. Her body is divine as you well saw. I don't believe for a moment that this is her first encounter with a woman. She is a very talented lover. Were you jealous?" 

"Yes, I was jealous. I wanted to be in bed with you two. She is fantastic. I brought myself off at least four or five times while I watched. My cunny will probably be sore tomorrow. You are a jewel. I am sure she had no inkling you are an accomplished lover of women. God, you were the epitome of innocence. She had to lead you every step of the way. I can hardly wait till I join you two." I kissed her and we ran into the bedroom. Despite the fact that we both had had a number of climaxes. We fell in bed and slipped into a 69 and licked and sucked each other to two more climaxes. 

We fell asleep pressed together sexually satiated. As I suspected, the next morning my clitty was slightly sore from all the rubbing I had done. Betsy insisted she be allowed to put some soothing salve on it. I refused to let her rub it in well, which she wanted to do mischievously. 

She came home the next evening aglow. Sue had insisted she receive a raise in pay. "She insisted the raise had nothing to do with the previous nights encounter. She did kiss me several times in the office when we were alone, and told me how much she liked making love to me. I wanted to slip under her skirt and lick her delicious cunny. She wanted to know when we could meet here again. I told her I would let her know when you would be out of the flat again. "

"I think we should make her wait a few days. That is if I can stand it." I laughed. 

"Oh God, she is lovely. My knickers were wet all day just being around her, and when she kissed me, I almost had a 'cum'. This is almost as bad as when you and I first made love. I was wet every time I thought about you. I never told you, but I brought myself off a number of times while I was away from you and Daisy. I always thought of your lovely body, and I could have a cum in moments. I am so hot now, my cunny is wet. Will you get the dildo and fuck my cunny with it, please?" Betsy asked pressing against me. 

Clothes dropped as we made our way into the bedroom. I brought out the box, and Betsy helped me slip into the harness and attached one of the larger dildos to it. There was no preliminaries. I got behind her in bed, and she bent forward on all fours, reached back and guided the head to her spread and wet cunny. I pushed inward, and it slipped effortlessly into her body. 

At her urging I fucked her hard and fast, reaching around to hold and squeeze her bobbing and jiggling breasts. I pulled her nipples hard, and rolled them hard between my fingers. She cried out her approval and thrust back against me. I had seldom seen her so excited. She reached back and rubbed her clitty and came several times. 

When she had finished, she turned on me and took the dildo and while she licked my clitty, she plunged the dildo, still wet with her juices, in and out till I came violently, caught up in her passion. Spent, we lay laughing at our burst of passion. We both agreed that the sooner we had the delectable Sue in our collective bed the better. She was a sure aphrodisiac for both of us. 

Over breakfast the next day we decided that this was the day for us to bring Sue into our fold. Betsy would invite her over, and after they were in bed, I would walk in 'unexpectedly'. I would be in the flat all the time, but would appear unexpectedly at the opportune moment.

I 'happened' by the bank where Betsy and Sue worked, around noon. Sue greeted me warmly, and her eyes moved over me slowly. I paid no attention. I informed Betsy that I had a meeting after school and would not be home till late and that she should dine without me.

"Not to worry, I shall take Betsy out to dinner with me and take her home after. My husband is out of town, and I shall take good care of my prize employee." Sue said, slipping her arm about Betsy paternally. 

"I surely hope so, she is my dearest friend. I am so glad you two get along so well." I said as I kissed Betsy on the cheek and left. 

Classes seemed to fly by. I was alive at the prospect of the evening with the enchanting Sue. Today my knickers were wet from anticipation. My last class was finally over and I rushed back to the flat and took a leisurely bath. I dabbed perfume between my breasts and thighs. I slipped into my most flattering under clothes. I ate a light dinner and cleaned up the dishes. When I heard the key in the door, I slipped into the kitchen, and peeped through the crack in the door. 

"I am so glad that Diana had a meeting tonight." Sue said to Betsy as they came in. They were just inside the closed door when Sue pulled Betsy to her and kissed her. "Oh, Love, you don't know how hard it was not to kiss you deeply and make love to your fantastic body at work. You are so beautiful and I want to make love to you. Did you enjoy our last lovemaking? I do not want it to be just because I am your employer and you do it out of fear or duty. Did you like it?" Sue asked as they moved into the room.




My Very Personal Maid Ch. 4



"Oh yes, it was so wonderful. I just wish that Diana and I had the same relationship. She truly has a beautiful body and is such a wonderful person. I guess I have wished we could be lovers. I never knew till now what having a woman make love to me could be like. You are such a wonderful teacher." Betsy gushed, kissing Sue.

"She is a stunningly beautiful young women. Is she a virgin?"

"I think she is, I have never heard her say she has been with a man, or women for that matter. " Betsy lied convincingly. "Have you made love with many women?"

"Only with several of my closest lady friends. My aunt, who is my age, seduced me just before I married. I have enjoyed several of my friends. I always choose carefully, In my position I cannot be too careful My husband does not know of my dallying with my own sex.

"Enough talk, lets have a glass of wine, then I will teach you some more of the joys of having a woman loving you." Sue said. 

Betsy came into the kitchen to get the wine glasses, and we kissed briefly and smiled at thoughts of our coming plan. She poured glasses of wine and they sat on the sofa and drank and kissed for a while. Betsy was the initiator tonight, kissing and caressing Sue.

"Ah, you are an eager lover. I like that. Slow down, My Little Pigeon, savor the moment. There is a time for eagerness. For now let us move slowly." Sue coached.

"I am sorry, it's just that being around you all day had me so enflamed. I am hot just being around you, smelling you perfume, it makes me think of you in bed." Betsy lowered her head demurely. "My knickers have been wet the past two days. I had to come home yesterday and rush into the bathroom and bring myself off quickly."

"Oh, you dear wonderful woman. You have had the same effect on me. I did the same thing yesterday. Wasn't I naughty?" Sue replied. "Slowly, now, My love."

They stayed on the sofa and kissed and caressed what seemed an eternity. Then they laid the wine aside and moved into the bedroom. Betsy pulled the door almost closed, but left it slightly cracked so I could see inside. 

They undressed slowly and lay down on the bed and began to caress and kiss. I was on fire watching, and had to make myself not finger my burning clitty. 

"Let me show you my favorite position. It's called a soixante neuf or 69 in French." Sue told her star pupil. She coached Betsy into position. They slid together on their sides and began to slowly lick and suck. I let them advance until they were both breathing heavily and intent on pleasing each other.

I picked up my purse and slung it over my shoulder. As I got to the doom I called out, "Betsy dear, I'm home." And thrust open the door. "The meeting broke ear-ly!." I see them on the bed as I come "unexpectedly" into the room. "Oh! My God! What's going on here??". I asked in my most shocked tone of voice.

To Be Continued...



My Very Personal Maid Ch. 5



There on the bed lay the lovely ladies caught in the act. Faces buried in each others spread intimate flesh. Beautifully nude. They both shot bolt upright, lips and chins shiny with intimate juices. Betsy grabbed the sheet and pulled it in front of her. Sue swung her legs around put them together and sat on the edge of the bed. 

"What! What is going on?" I stammered 'shocked and speechless' at what I beheld. "I never! Daisy, what is the meaning of this. Mrs. Mason, what are you doing here?"

"I'm sorry we didn't expect you till later." Betsy said with a convincing sob in her voice. What an actress. 

"Mrs. Mason, what is this about? I shall have to tell Auntie, and your husband. I entrusted my dearest friend into your care. This is disgraceful! Two women, obviously making love. How long has this been going on?" I asked 'shocked' at their behavior.

Sue remained calm, though she blushed from her pretty head to her beautiful toes. Her hand came to her lips wiping the slick sheen of Betsy's pussy juice from her lips. She recovered quickly. She stood up regally, giving me a view of her breathtaking body. 

Knowing her ploy, I gave careful attention to her nude body. My eyes dwelled on her erotic breasts, the nipples taut and erect, and down her softly curved stomach to her blonde cunny hair, now wet with Betsy's saliva and her own juices. I continued down her slender perfectly shaped legs to her small well formed feet. She was truly a splendid woman, and well knew it. My long glances were not lost on her.

"I am truly sorry, Diana. I would not have this happen for the world. I beg you not to tell your aunt, or my husband." Sue said regaining her composure. "Your friend Betsy is such a lovely woman, in spirit, face and body. I have been having trouble at home with my husband, and she has been such a dear to comfort me. I am afraid it was all my fault. I seduced the dear girl. Do not think harshly of her. We came here because I cannot make love to her at my home. I admit I took advantage of her. Do not think unkindly of her. She is so beautiful, I wanted to make love to her. Who knows how better to make love to a women, than another woman. " she said convincingly.

"It was such a shock. Of course I have known of the works of Sappho, and have even read some of her poems. I just never expected this from either of you." I said in a softer tone, leaving Sue an opening which she took immediately. 

"Did you find Sappho's poems offensive?" she asked moving gracefully closer. I shook my head. "Did they excite you?" 

"I imagine every women wonders what it would be like to make love with another woman. I cannot fault you for wanting to make love to Betsy. I have seen her nude many times, and wondered what it would be like to make love to her." I said my eyes wandering over her beautiful body.

"And me? Have you wondered what I would look like nude?" She asked moving still closer.

"No, I truly never imagined you nude. You are a married woman and have a husband. I know you are a beautiful woman, but seeing you nude, I know you are as lovely as a woman could possible be." I answered truthfully. 

"Thank you for the complement. Are you quite as shocked as you were before?" she asked.

"I truly do not know, It was just seeing you two together. I never really thought just how two women could make love to each other. I can see how what you were doing would satisfy both of you at the same time. " I said slowly as if thinking of the act.

Betsy slipped off the bed and came to me. She put her hand on my arm. "Please forgive me. I would never do anything to hurt you. I never knew you looked at my body, and wondered what it would be like to make love to me. I have looked at you with the same thoughts." Betsy said convincingly. 

"I, am so confused. Let me think." I said touching Betsy's bare shoulder. I let my eyes travel over her lovely body. My looks were not lost on Sue.

"I know this is new to you. Would you like to watch Betsy and I make love? I think you will see the beauty of it. It is truly lovely. Not like the mating of a man and women, so crude and messy. Would you like to watch? You can leave at any time and if you do, I will leave and never see Betsy outside of the office. Is that fair?" Sue asked, placing her hand softly on mine. Her touch was so warm and almost electric to me. 

"That seems fair. Betsy? Do you agree?" I said turning to Betsy. She hugged me and kissed my cheek lightly. 

I moved to pull my dresser stool beside the bed, and sat on it. They stood before me and moved together. They stood so close to me I could smell Sue's faint perfume and the scent of their aroused sex at the same time. Slowly they kissed and caressed, Sue positioning Betsy so I could see her kisses and caresses on her beautiful breasts. She brought Betsy's nipples back to stiff erectness, then moved down to kiss her belly. She laved Betsy's stomach with her tongue, then down to her thighs. Betsy closed her eyes as Sue moved her head upward to run her pointed tongue up and down her furrow. Sue stood up and Betsy kissed Sue's superb body. 

My own cunny was dripping as I watched. I squirmed on the bench as Betsy kissed and licked Sue's perfect breasts. Her tongue moved around and around the swollen aureoles till the gleamed with her saliva. She sucked the breasts, letting her mouth open wide to take in the most she could, then sucked hard on the nipples. She caught the nipples with her teeth and pulled gently on them, nipping them slightly. Sue groaned. They moved to the bed and lay down. They continued to stroke and kiss till they were both panting with desire.

"This is called soixante neuf or a 69 by the French. It is very pleasurable to both of us. We can give and receive the greatest pleasure at the same time." Sue said as they swung around in the bed. They lay on their sides and resumed the position I had so rudely interrupted. 

I let them play out their game. I played out mine. I let my thighs spread as I watched and reached down and pulled my dress up. I pulled my thin underdrawers aside. I slid my hand down and worked it to my dripping cunny. Finally I slipped a finger up and down my cunny and rolled my painfully erect clitty. I watched my best friend and lover make love to the beautiful Sue. I timed my climax to come just after theirs. They heard my sobs of joy as I watched them. Sue's head came up and she watched me climax. Her face lit up. 

She let me recover and pull my dress down. "I see you were excited by our lovemaking, Dearest Diana. Now you see how lovely it is. Betsy is such a beautiful women, and such a good lover. I have been teaching her, and she is a quick learner." Sue said sitting up and helping Betsy to a sitting position. 

Betsy came to me and got on her knees and buried her head between my breasts. "Oh, Diana, I have wanted to tell you how I felt. You were excited watching us weren't you? Would you like to join us.? Please say yes! You are my dearest friend and I would like to make love to you and make you happy. Will you?" Daisy pleaded . 

I put my arms around her and kissed her upturned lips softly. "I think I would like that. It excited me terribly to watch you two. Yes. Is that all right with you Sue? I asked turning to her. 

She moved to me and hugged both of us. Sue kissed me so softly my heart melted. Her tongue flicked against my lips and I sobbed it felt so good. I let her tongue slip feather light into my mouth, and play over my tongue. Her perfume smelled so wonderful. I felt Betsy's lips on my neck. The two kissed my lips and face for a long time, then I felt Betsy's hands begin to unbutton my dress Sue pulled it open as Betsy unfastened it and kissed my breasts above my brassiere. They slowly undressed me, kissing bare skin as it was exposed. 

"Oh, your breasts are even more beautiful than I imagined. Betsy told me how beautiful you are nude, but words cannot describe your beautiful body." Sue cooed as she moved to kiss my breasts and nipples. She licked and sucked them while her skillful hands kneaded them to aching fullness. Watching her enflamed me still more, her lovely face close to my breasts, her lips sucking at my nipples. I stroked her long hair. Betsy slid my skirt then my underpants off. 

"Look how wet her knickers are." Betsy said as she showed them to Sue.

"You really did get excited watching us didn't you, Love?" Sue asked looking up at me. She slid her hand and touched my cunny. "Betsy, she is soaked. Her thighs are even wet. I think this lovely young lady wants to join us very much. Am I right?" I nodded down at her. If only she knew.

They both kissed my body front and rear as I stood. Then they led me to the bed and positioned themselves on each side of me. Sue kissed my lips softly again, I tongued her sweet mouth as I reached out and fondled her breasts for the first time. Her skin was velvet smooth, her breasts firm, and swollen with passion. I rolled her nipples till the were hard jutting nubs. Sue moved down and kissed and nibbled on my breasts again, sending waves of pleasure through me. Betsy kissed my lips and I pulled her close and tongued her sweet mouth, tasting Sue's cunny juices on her lips. 

Sue moved down my body slowly, licking my skin and slipping her tongue into my navel. Her hands stroked my belly, then slid down to stroke my thighs. I let my thighs spread and she cupped my sex, pressing in against it. My clitty felt as if it would explode. She kissed and licked my thighs, then moved inward and licked my thighs at the sensitive juncture of my body. I moaned in approval. 

I looked down and she was positioned between my thighs, looking up at me, Her incredible lovely face aglow. She kept eye contact and slid her pink tongue out and moved her head forward. I cried out as her tongue slid between my cunny lips and an electric current seemed to emanate from her tongue. Her fingers delicately spread my lips further and she began to lick from bottom to top, eyes still holding mine. Betsy's hands stroked and kneaded my swollen breasts as she kissed my neck and nibbled on my earlobe. 

Sue looked down as my cunny and her fingers pulled out and up to expose my swollen clitty. She bent forward and sucked it, her tongue laving it. I screamed my pleasure and her mouth went wild against my most sensitive spot. 

Betsy licked one breast, and sucked my nipple, while her hands cupped and kneaded the other. I cried out in passion as these two incredible women brought me to a climax. My hips thrust upward of their own volition as I came. Sue and Betsy would not let me come down, and I climaxed at least four times before I pushed Sue's lovely head away from my cunny, and covered it with my hands. 

"No more, Please. You will kill me. Please. Enough! Please!" I pleaded. They moved to my side and kissed and stroked me softly. Betsy got up and Sue kissed my lips softly. I tasted my juices on her lips and licked then tasting myself on her. 

She chuckled softly. "I think you liked that, My Love." 

"Oh, Yes, it was fantastic. Is it always so good?" I asked looking into her deep blue eyes. 

"I can not guarantee it. You did have two women making love to you at the same time. Betsy is very good. She gave your breasts pleasure while I gave your sweet, tasty pussy my full and undivided attention. It is hard to give much more pleasure then that, unless there are more women to make love to you." She said stroking my body gently. 

Betsy came back with three wine glasses and poured us each a glass. The wine was very good, and I needed it. I drank two glasses quickly. Sue sipped her wine and looked back and forth from Betsy to me

"You are truly two lovely women. It is too bad you had not discovered the joys of Sappho before now. Think of what you have missed. "

I pulled Betsy to me and kissed her deeply, cupping her lovely breasts. "You are so correct. I did not want to risk alienating a wonderful friend. I am sure we shall make up for lost time. True Betsy?" I asked my friend who nodded her approval, and cupped my breasts gently. 

"Would you like to make love to me, or Betsy now? You do not have to feel obligated to do it. We have both climaxed with each other." Sue asked softly. 

"Yes, I would like to make love to you. Betsy and I have all the time in the world living together. You made love to my cunny, and now it is my turn to repay the pleasure you gave to me. Is that all right with you Betsy?" I asked, knowing the answer

"Oh, yes, I would like to see you two make love. You are both so beautiful. I want to watch you two." Betsy kissed me. Behind my back where Sue cold not see, she squeezed my flesh and pushed me toward Sue.

My hand actually shook as I reached out to caress the side of Sue's face. She chuckled lightly and kissed my hand. I kissed her softly, savoring the moment. I finally was going to make love to this incredible beauty. I slipped one hand behind her head and pressed her gently against me. Her tongue slid out to lick and probe my lips. I opened my lips and our tongues fenced. I slid a hand to her breast and cupped it, then stroked her soft skin. She pushed her chest out to meet my hand. 

For the next fifteen minutes I stroked, kissed and licked her splendid body, savoring every moment. I moved slowly down until I was between her soft firm thighs, looking at her golden haired cunny. I kissed and licked my way upward, teasing her till she moaned and begged me to kiss her 'pussy.' I loved that term. 

Her pussy was beautiful, a deep furrow, that hid her inner lips completely. I parted her pubic hair and slid my tongue between her outer lips. She gasped. I parted her pussy with my fingers and looked at her lovely pink core. It gleamed with her juices, and the center was a velvet red rose. I licked up and down with my tongue flat. I laved it for a long time, then slid my pointed tongue into her center, and sucked her sweet juices. 

I pulled back and looked down at her small anus, tiny and perfect like her whole body. I flicked my tongue over it several times, then slid the tip of my tongue inside momentarily. She groaned aloud. Moving upward, I licked her pussy again from bottom to top. I pulled at the top, and her clitty slid out, a small pink nubbin. I licked it and sucked softly with my lips. She cried out her pleasure. I looked upward and she was holding Betsy, her eyes closed. I licked again and again. She tasted delicious. 

Her hips thrust upward. I ran my fingers over her wet core, then slowly inserted two inside her and crossing my fingers slowly rotated them in and out. I concentrated on her clitty, I moved my other hand to the top of her cunny and wetting two fingers ran them up and down the hidden shaft of her clitty stimulating it. I licked and sucked her clitty while I finger fucked her sweet pussy. 

She came crying out my name. My hand was a blur as I slid it in and out, hand rotating. I brought her to at least four climaxes quickly. Then I slipped my fingers from her core and slowly licked her pussy. I watched her inner lips contract after my fingers slid out. I licked slowly, then slid up and softly licked her clitty. She gave a shudder and came again quickly. I moved up her body kissing it softly. I held her and kissed her cheek while she regained her breath. Betsy was on the other side stroking her skin. 

"Oh, God, that was wonderful. I don't know when I have been so thoroughly loved by a women. Diana, you are truly a goddess here on earth. Thank you." Sue said kissing me fervently.

We sat up and Betsy filled out wine glasses. Sue kept looking at me. I smiled and bent forward and kissed her lips gently. Suddenly she began to laugh. She had to put her wine glass down to keep from spilling it. Tears came to her eyes. Betsy and I just looked at each other blankly.

"You are good. Very Good. You had me totally fooled. This was a planned affair, wasn't it?" Sue laughed.

"What are you talking about Sue? I caught you making love to my best friend. I watched you two and it made me very eager to try it. Planned? No. " I said looking her right in the eye. 

"Betsy is the actress of the century. She had me completely fooled. Betsy, you are a real actress. You were epitome of innocence. Unless you truly are an innocent and you friend Diana is not telling the truth."

"What do you mean?" I asked her, a puzzled look on my face. 

"You coming in at the exact moment we were in a 69, the shocked behavior, then joining us so willingly. Your knickers were literally soaked. That did not take the several minutes you watched us for you slipped them aside and fingered yourself. No, you lovely woman. You were watching us before this. The door was slightly ajar. But there was one thing that gave you away, you Sweet Dear." She said as she kissed me, a smile on her lovely face. 

I was totally puzzled. I thought we both had done a very credible job of playing the innocents. "What, what are you talking about?" I asked. 

" It struck me after you had done it, and I had such wonderful ,explosive, fantastic orgasms." She paused for effect. I still was at a loss. "No novice crosses her fingers and finger fucks a woman, and rotates her hand at the same time. That is a learned, or acquired thing that one knowledgeable woman passes on to another. And you licked, then slid your sweet tongue into my nether hole. Something few women would ever do unless they had had a great deal of experience. So come clean, my lovely new friends. You can tell me. You planned this didn't you?" She said smiling at us. "Really, I do not mind. I too love intrigue and can take a joke played on me. I am glad it happened. Tell the truth now." She chided us.

Betsy and I looked at each other, and began to laugh. Sue joined us. The room rang with our unrestrained laughter. 

"Yes, we planned it. When Betsy came home and told me you had kissed her, we decided to let you play out your seduction. Night before last I watched from inside the closet. I could see through the louvers. I was nude and I fingered myself to four of five wonderful climaxes. It is a wonder you did not hear me. 'We had planned on letting you and Betsy continue for several days before I 'accidentally' came in and caught you two in a compromising position. Betsy is a real actress isn't she? She was superb as the 'innocent'." 

Sue kissed Betsy. "Yes, she is a superb actress, and I thought a very quick study. Betsy, you had me completely fooled." She turned to me. "You said you intended to wait a few days. Why did you move the 'accidental' arrival up to tonight." 

" Because," I said kissing her lips softly, and letting my hand drop to caress her warm soft breast. "I watched you two last night and could not wait another day, or night, to make love to one of the most beautiful and desirable women I have ever seen in my life. 

"Today I was wet all day thinking about what would happen tonight. When I was in your office I wanted to kiss you then and there. I was frantic to make love to you. That is why my knickers were so wet, and I had changed them after I came home and had a bath. I had thought of nothing but you all day."

Sue pulled both of us close and looked from one to the other. "That is the sweetest, most wonderful thing anyone has ever said to me. Diana, I have wanted you from the first time I saw you. You were a beautiful young girl of fifteen at the time your aunt brought you to our house. I wanted you so much I could hardly keep my hands or eyes off of you. 

"You, my dear, are one of the loveliest women I have ever known. I had to make myself not look at you too much. Thank you two for these two very special nights! There will be many more won't there?" She said looking deep in my eyes. 

"I certainly hope so. I would be devastated if I thought otherwise. " I said.

"Oh, yes. I too hope there are many more nights. I meant what I said about wanting you in the office." Betsy said kissing Sue.




My Very Personal Maid Ch. 5



"I am sorry that I deceived you." I said to Sue. "I am sure you realize the importance of discretion. That was the reason for the charade of discovering you in a compromising position. My credo is to never enter into a compromising condition with anyone who does not have as much, or more to loose, as you do by discovery." 

"God, how true.'" She turned to Betsy. "So, Miss Innocencente. You two have been making love for how long?". Betsy told her of her long relationship with Daisy, and finally of how I had discovered them together. 

I got up and refilled our wine glasses and told them both the true story of my intrigue that started when Daisy and I first made love, and how she and I tricked Betsy. Betsy looked at me eyes wide, then began to laugh realizing for the first time that I had tricked her also, by pulling the same 'discovery' trick on her with Daisy. 

"And all this time I thought you had truly come into her room by accident. When we planned this 'discovery' there was a moment when I wondered about the night when you came in when Daisy and I were making love. I dismissed it from my mind. Daisy did such a splendid bit of acting. I never thought my best friend would do that to me. 

"I can see your position, Diana. Betsy had me believing it truly happened the way you two vixens planned it. Just wait till I see Daisy, I will give her a proper caning. She loves a little pain. I plan on giving her a little more than she is used to. Will you help me Diana? I guarantee it will set her cunny on fire." Betsy laughed, kissing me, all forgiven. We regaled Sue with lurid details of our exploits at Auntie's mansion and our erotic trips to Paris. Before we realized it, it was almost midnight and Sue had to return home. We helped her dress, with many kisses to her lovely body and face. Betsy and I also dressed and walked her to her carriage, to show an act of propriety, as she was sure the coachman would report the visit to her husband. A report of a visit to her office help, and her roommate would not be thought amiss by her husband. Her poor coachman had been waiting outside for several hours. She promised to come back the next night. We looked forward to it. 

As there was no pretense, Sue and Betsy arrived together. I had a meal cooked and ready. We ate and Sue filled us in on her Sapphitic life. "My Aunt Gloria is my age. We grew up together and one night we were talking about boys kissing girls. I had no experience at that time. She said she had kissed boys. and would I like her to be the 'boy' and she would kiss me. I agreed. We kissed and both of us liked it very much. She knew how to use her tongue very well. She is very lovely, and had beautiful breasts at the time. 

"That night she slipped into my bed and we kissed some more. She asked if I would like her to kiss my breasts. They had developed and were very sensitive. She kissed my breasts and I got very sexually excited. She told me that boys kissed girls on their cunnies, and asked if we should try it. I agreed readily. She kissed my cunny sliding her tongue inside me and I came quickly. It was only fair that I kiss her, and she tasted so sweet. I love the taste of a woman's sex.

"When ever we could, we would slip off and make love. We still do. She lives in London, and she and I arrange a meeting where we can safely make love. She is a wonderful woman. She has two children and her husband knows nothing about her, our, sexual appetites. She too has a couple of very close lady friends."

"What of your other lady friends? You told me you had other women lovers." Betsy asked. 

"Yes, a small group of exclusive ladies. They must have as you said Diana, 'as much to loose as I by discovery'. Several had indicated that their husbands were less than adequate in bed. Some are older than their wives, or have mistresses and have lost their interest in their wives. The wives still have a strong sexual drive, and seek outlets. Affairs with men are complicated. By subtle hints, several of us have found others who we inducted into the sisterhood of Sappho. 

"The ironclad rule it they must have much to loose by discovery. There are seven of us, all lovely ladies, trim and fit. We have meetings at certain houses that the servants who can be trusted implicitly or can be sent away for the afternoon or evening. What could be more innocent than seven society matrons gathering together for a game of whist?" 

"That sounds wonderful. Your sexual life must be very exciting and varied." I said as we finished our dinner. 

"The ladies are lovely, but none is as lovely as you Diana. You would outshine any of them, and you would be very surprised if you knew who they were. And you Lovely Betsy, your body would be the envy of every woman there. Your face would shine with the best and most lovely."

"Save for your own." I commented truthfully. "I can not imagine any that could compare with your face or body!"

Sue hugged me to her, and the three of us went into the bedroom. We slowly shed our clothes and lay naked on the bed. We kissed and caressed till our bodies cried out for relief. We slipped into a threesome which Sue said could be made to accommodate any number and that some wag had named a 'Daisy chain'. 

The room became quiet for a long time, save the sighs and soft sounds of licking and sucking, and an occasional moan of pleasure. Each of us experienced an orgasm that had us sobbing and moaning our pleasure. We rested, then changed places and slipped our tongues and fingers into our other partner. After we each had another climax, we rested and sipped wine.

"You mentioned the dildos that you bought back from France. May I see them?" Sue asked as we sipped our wine. 

I went to the drawer where I kept them and came back with the beautiful box. I opened it with the key I kept separate and hidden, as we had a maid that cleaned our flat. Sue took each out and inspected it, and commented on its construction, comparing it to the ones in her circle of lady friends. Some of the ladies had similar ones, but not the complete set. Sue asked if I could obtain one or two other sets just like these. I assured her I could from Jeanne in Paris. 

"May I try one on you Diana?" Sue asked. 

"I would be honored to be fucked by you, My Dear. My pussy, or my arse?" I asked straight faced.

"I like a women who is ever so accommodating. May I fuck your lovely pussy while you and Betsy are in a soixante neuf? I have found the sensation very delightful, having your pussy filled and your clitoris licked and sucked. Betsy will have fun also, Or would you decline, Dearest Betsy?" Sue asked with a laugh.

"I would never turn down an invitation to make love to Diana." Betsy laughed. 

We helped Sue slip in to the leather harness and attach the dildo I had selected to be used on me, a slightly larger and longer one than we had used before. 

"You have used this one before? It is rather large and long. Are you sure this will go into your pretty pussy?" Sue asked. 

"No, I wanted to try this larger one. I think you will be skilled enough to use it and not hurt me. I understand from Daisy that the cunny will accommodate a rather large male organ. We watched her take her beau inside her, and she took all of him in. He was very careful, and she said her cunny stretched to fit his huge organ. I wanted the sensation of being filled." I told Sue as Betsy applied a liberal dollop of lubricant the entire length of the large intruder. 

Betsy and I lay down, with her on the bottom and buried our faces in delicious wet flesh. She licked and sucked my cunny till it was dripping, and eager for the dildo Sue would slip into me. 

I felt Sue stroke my raised buttocks, and I pushed it back indicating I was ready. Betsy removed her mouth, and guided the large head to my cunny lips. The head pressed against my inner lips, and as Sue pressed forward gently, I pushed back. It stretched my cunny almost to the point of pain, then it slid into me. Sue held her position till I indicated by pushing back that I was ready for her to push more of the large dildo inside me. Betsy returned to licking my clitty and tongued around the large shaft. My cunny was eager for the large shaft. 

I raised my lips from Betsy's wet core. "Oh, that feels so good. Now please slide it into me. I want to feel all of it inside my pussy."

"It will be my pleasure to fuck your delectable pussy, My Love." Sue said as her hips began small thrusts, pulling back then slipping her "cock" a little deeper inside me. I realized she must have done this many times to her lady friends. She was very gentle, and expert as she slid the dildo ever deeper inside me. I moaned at the combined thrusting of the dildo and Betsy's expert licking and tonguing of my clitty. 

Little by little it slid deeper inside me filling my pussy delightfully. I gasped as the head pressed against my cervix. Sue must have felt the slight pressure.

"Just a little more left, Love. Did it touch you cervix? That's a wonderful sensation. One I certainly have never felt with my husband." I moaned against Betsy's wet cunny that it had.

Sue continued to move the dildo in and out, each time pressing against my cervix, and pressing gently further with each push. My pussy felt so full, and slowly it stretched to fit the massive intruder. I sighed as I felt Sue's thighs and belly press against my rear, and knew it was fully inside me. 

"Now, Diana, My Love, you have all of it inside you. You don't know how excited it makes me to watch it slide into your pretty pussy. Each stroke outward, your pussy lips stretch outward as if reluctant to let it go. Your perfect little anus seems to wink at me. I shall attend to it a little later. Now I can fuck your lovely body. I love this. It almost makes me wish I had a huge cock to fuck your beautiful body with, almost." Sue said as her hips pressed firmly against me. 

Her hips began their slow thrusts, she would bring the head till it pressed against my inner lips stretching them, then slide it back inside me till it pressed against my cervix again. The head rippled against my pussy inside and it felt so wonderful. I imagined this is how Daisy felt as her Jimmy fucked her in the barn. I slid my tongue deep into Betsy's dripping pussy and sucked her juices out. 

Sue's hips picked up their beat, and she slid it faster and harder inside me. Betsy's tongue began to flick my clitty, as only her talented tongue can. Sue's hips slapped against me, and I felt her wet finger circle my anus then slide inward. Betsy redoubled her assault on my clitty and I screamed my pleasure against her spread pussy, that I had been tonguing. I sucked her clitty and tongued it as fast as I could. I wanted her to climax with me. 

Sue's thrust came hard and fast, her hips rotating at the same time so the dildo head pressed against my pussy in all different parts. Her knowing finger slid deeply in and out of my nether hole adding to my pleasure. I screamed out as I climaxed, my pussy clamping down on the large intruder. Betsy's tongue vibrated against my clitty and I pressed my lips hard against Betsy's sweet pussy. 

My body seemed to dissolve into a million pieces. Passion overcame my body and I lost all trace of time and place. It was one of most wonderful orgasm of my life. Sue knew how to wield the firm intruder, and Betsy was an expert with her fantastic vibrating tongue. They said that I came five times before they stopped their assault on my pussy. Sue slowly slipped the dildo out and Betsy licked my open pussy and slipped her tongue inside my core as my inner lips slowly closed to normal. She said that I gushed my tasty juices into her waiting mouth. 

I lay catching my breath and Betsy moved to Sue and unstrapped the dildo. She had not climaxed when I did and was still excited. Sue said she became excited just from watching me as she fucked me with the dildo. They fell into a 69 and quickly brought each other to a climax. 

We rested and I brought each of us a glass of excellent French wine we had picked up in Paris. 

"I really enjoyed fucking you, Dearest." Sue said as she leaned over and kissed me. "The harness is not the best I have seen though. I know a very discrete leather worker that can make a much more comfortable model. He puts a soft leather pad on the inside that presses against your clitoris and gives a thrill, or even a climax to the one it is strapped to. This one just isn't very comfortable."

Betsy and I agreed that it did nothing for the wearer. She wrote down the address and told us to use her name as a reference. We discussed the various dildos, and we told her of our use of them. Her experiences were similar to ours. She and her friends had used two at one time, one in the pussy and one in the anus. She said that she liked to have that done to her. 

Betsy and I both almost at the same moment offered to make love to her. She declined and said that at the moment she was satiated. We talked for a while, then she got up, dressed and after many kisses left. Again we escorted her to her coach. After she left we undressed quickly. We fell in bed cuddling and kissing softly, and agreed that Sue was a lovely new addition to our love foursome. 

Several days later Betsy and I took the box of dildos and went to the address of the leather worker Sue had recommended. We told him Mrs. Susan Mason had recommended him. He said she was a splendid woman, and one of is most treasured customers. He was a handsome older man with gray hair and a neatly trimmed beard. I could almost picture him in a suit of armor with a battle banner flying behind him . 

He was most courteous, and took us in the back of his shop where we would have privacy. He looked at the dildo harnesses and said that he would make new ones to our specifications. He asked if they were for us, as he had to know how large the person who used it would be. His manner was most professional and we told him that they were indeed for us. He asked our hip measurements. 

He asked where the dildos had come from, and when we told him Paris, he threw up his hands. "Those damn French! They should know how to make these so they will be completely comfortable to the wearer. This is not good workmanship. I will make new sets that will be very comfortable to wear, and with Mrs. Mason's addition wrinkle, if you will, give total satisfaction to you fair ladies." He said that we could pick them up in two days and told us the charges for making them. 

Sue came over that evening and the three of made love in all combinations. I had some studying to do, so I excused myself and she and Betsy continued the lovemaking. Through the open door, I could hear their moans and cries of ecstasy, and at times their laughter. They tried to entice me back but I was adamant. I had fallen behind in my studies a little when Sue came into our circle. They left me and soon I heard them making love again. 

Betsy and I went back to the leather workers business to pick up the dildo harnesses. He showed us the new harnesses. He had used soft leather for the straps, and under the buckles, a leather flap to shield it from contact with the skin. He added a leather piece that fitted over the pubic area. It was molded to fit the pubes, and the slick shiny side had a fold at the bottom that protruded inward and would fit into the fold of the wearers pussy to press against her clitoris. 

He told us that Sue had come up with the suggestion of the fold, and that it must work satisfactorily for he had made a number almost exactly like the two he had made for us. If these did not fit correctly, he would gladly modify them at no charge to us. With a little gleam in his eye he told us that he always tried to make sure his customers were totally satisfied with his work. We took his good humor in stride and after paying him left laughing. 

Sue had invited me to join her and Betsy after their work hours for dinner. She took us to a fine restaurant. The maitre d' knew her and welcomed us cordially, guiding us with gusto to our table. We had a splendid dinner. Several men and woman came to the table from time to time to greet Sue. She introduced us to each of them. After the dinner, we took her coach to our flat. As we rode she told us that we had met at least one of her most intimate lady friends. Betsy and I tried to guess which of the lovely well bred women were her lovers. Sue of course would not tell us no matter how much we begged her. 

We told her that we had been to the leather shop and met her handsome bearded admirer. She laughed and told us that he had tried unsuccessfully for several years to take her to bed. Of course, he had known from the start what use the harnesses he had modified were to be used for.

"I know you will enjoy them." Sue said as we moved into the bedroom and undressed. We got out the box of dildos and Betsy and I strapped the new harnesses on. They fit our bodies perfectly. We had decided that Sue should be the recipient of our lovemaking. 

"Since I discovered, or invented, if you will, the fold I have received a great deal of praise from my friends who have tried it. Until there is a further development of some sort, I imagine we will have to settle for this improvement. The makers might make the dildos with a base that does the same thing, that might be better. They are made of India rubber, but who actually makes them I do not know. 

"I do know that from the earliest years of man, there have been dildos. The Egyptians and Indians made them of ivory, the Chinese from wood, polished I should think!" We all laughed at the implication of unpolished wood. 

"Oh, yes, these do fit much better." Betsy said as she made a final adjustment to the buckles. "They are so much more comfortable. I cannot understand why the French, who are supposed to be such great lovers, could leave those cold buckles against the skin to chafe and scratch. Your leather working friend has done wonders with this. I wonder, does he try them out on his wife for fit and comfort?' 

"I have wondered the same thing. He has a lovely young wife." Sue laughed. "I like the way the fold nestles in my pussy furrow. It is soft, yet firm. It presses lightly against my clitty. Can your sweet clitty feel it Betsy?" I asked 

adjusting my harness.

"Yes, it presses nicely against my it. I think I am going to enjoy this. Come Sue, My Love. Let my fuck your delicious pussy while Diana fucks your beautiful arse." Betsy said beckoning Sue into her arms. 

Sue lay down between Betsy's thighs and I moved behind her and bent forward and licked her sweet pussy as the two kissed. I soon had her pussy wet and open, ready for the larger dildo. I spread some lubricant on the dildo, and she reached down to guide it into her sex. 

She and Betsy moved together, burying it deep into her lovely body. I let them move together for a few minutes before I moved up behind her splendid behind. I watched the dildo slide in and out, her pussy lips being pulled outward, then pushed back as it slid in and out. It was, as she had said, an erotic and exciting sight. 

"Oh, Diana, this does make a difference. It's so much more comfortable. " Betsy moaned beneath Sue. "It presses against my clitty and rubs it wonderfully. I think I can cum this way. Sue, you are a genius! I shall fuck you thoroughly to thank you."

"Less talk, Wench. Fuck me harder! And how about attending to business back there! I have an aching orifice that needs to be stoppered." Sue cried out.

I reached over and took a dollop of lubricant and spread it over the smaller dildo, then onto her small perfect anus. I slid a finger into her, which elicited a moan from her. I pressed the head against her nether hole and she pressed back. Carefully I pressed forward watching her anal ring widen. The slightly bulbous head slid inside and I carefully slid it little by little inside her beautiful rear. She and I worked together till she was comfortable with the intruder in her back passage, then we three began to work in unison. 




My Very Personal Maid Ch. 5



The new harness held the dildo firmer, and I could slide it in and out of Sue with much better control. I bent forward and reached under to fondle her superb breasts. My hips quickly picked up the rhythm and thrust and felt the leather fold slide and press against my now swollen clitty. 

"Oh, I love this! You two are so good. I love being fucked in both holes at the same time. Yes! It feels so good. Betsy you feel so good inside me. Diana, you fuck my arse so well. Just a little harder. Yes like that. Oh! Yes!" Sue cried out. 

"Betsy, remember how that spot felt." I said as I thought of our previous discovery. "Move up a little and ride Sue's pussy so your dildo hits it." I saw Betsy shift her hips a little and she must have moved just right for Sue cried out immediately. 

"Oh, my God, what did you do? Yes, like that! Yes, Yes! Right there. Oh Shit, Oh God, I'm coming. Fuck my pussy! Yes! Yes!" She screamed out her pleasure. I hoped the neighbors could not hear her. I was thankful for solid English walls. 

Sue continued to cry out her pleasure. Moments later Betsy and I joined her as the wonderful leather ridge pressed just right on our clitties and we climaxed along with Sue. I slipped the dildo out of Sue's lovely back passage, and Betsy slid the other one out. We lay panting from our exertions and climaxes. Sue shot to a sitting position. I had never heard her swear until tonight. " Oh God! Oh shit, what did you two do to me? You fucked the shit out of me, Betsy! What is this 'spot' you told her to hit, Diana? I almost came apart. It felt as good as someone sucking my clit like it had never been sucked before."

Betsy and I told her that Daisy had discovered it while her well endowed beau had fucked her. She had found that it felt good for Betsy when she had pressed against it while finger fucking her friend. I told her that it had certainly felt good when they had done that to me. We did not know if every woman had a spot there that was so sensitive and elicited such pleasure. 

"I never heard of it." Sue admitted. "You certainly hit a responsive cord in me. I will have to certainly tell my friends about this. This is too good to keep to oneself."

"One more thing about it. When I fingered Betsy like that, she gushes out her love juices. The first time she did it in my bed, she was so embarrassed. She wet the sheets." I said looking over at Betsy.

"I was mortified. We were on her lovely satin sheets and I thought I had peed on them. Diana tells me that it is not pee, but my cunny juice. She should know, she has licked and sucked it so many times." She said playfully jibing me for telling on her. 

"True." I said. "It is salty and slightly viscous like her pussy juice. It just gushes out of her sweet pussy. I love the taste of it." I laughed and pointed a finger at Betsy. "Would you like to try it?" I asked Sue. "Of course with Betsy's approval!"

"Only if I don't have to clean the sheets!" Betsy laughed. 

"We'll use a towel, so the maid won't have something to talk about." I said.

"I'd love to try it." Sue said pulling Betsy to her. "She has a delicious pussy. I love to lick and suck her sweet juices."

I went into the bathroom and came back with a large soft bath towel and placed it on the bed. Betsy moved over it and lay back and spread her lovely thighs. I moved beside her and kissed her lips and caressed her beautiful breasts. Sue slid down and began to kiss and lick her thighs, teasing her. We soon had her squirming wanting Sue's talented lips on her pussy. 

Sue kissed her pussy till she was moaning. "Oh please slip two of your fingers up inside me. Finger fuck me. Oh, yes, slide them in deep. Yes. Now curl them and feel just behind my pubic bone. A little higher, now to the right. There! There! Can you feel it? It feels like a tiny pad in Daisy and Diana. Yes, that's it. Now rub it around with your fingers. Yes! That feels so wonderful. Now my clitty, suck it and make your tongue lick it. Oh, yes. Rub that spot." She cried out. 

I moved down and pushed Sue's head downward and took over licking and sucking Betsy's sweet clitty. I wanted Sue to watch Betsy's pussy as it gushed out its love juices. Betsy cried out as she climaxed moments later, and I redoubled my efforts on her swollen clitty. I moved my head slightly so I could see, never letting my lips and tongue leave Betsy's clitty for a second. 

Sue's face was inches from Betsy's core, two fingers inside her, moving rapidly. Then it came, her clear pussy juice gushed out and hit Sue's chin. She moved her mouth and her tongue shot out to catch the next spurt of juices. She then placed her mouth over Betsy's pussy and drove her tongue into the gushing opening. Her fingers continued to move inside Betsy. We brought her to several climaxes that seemed almost to be one continuous climax. Betsy pushed at Sue's and my heads when she could take no more. 

We moved up to her and kissed her softly. I leaned over to Sue and licked her wet face. I tasted Betsy's sweet pussy juices on her beaming face. She looked down at Betsy and kissed her again.

"You two were right. It was not urine. It definitely was pussy juices. I should know, I have tasted quite a few, but yours, Dear Love, is the most copious I have ever encountered. You were right, Diana, it does gush out, and you were correct to place a towel beneath her." 

She kissed Betsy again. "And I might say very tasty pussy juice too, you beautiful woman. How can I keep my hands and lips off of you at the office? I shall want to taste your sweet pussy every hour on the hour, and in between also. Incredible!" She said throwing her hands up and her beautiful head back dramatically. Betsy and I dissolved into laughter. Sue joined us. We rolled together on the bed like school girls. We had another glass of wine toasting our erotic friendship. We helped Sue dress and she left after washing up quickly, saying. "I love your scent, but I do not want to advertise the wonders of your sweet pussy, my lovely Betsy." She left us spent and happy. 

Betsy continued to soak up the banking language and principals like a thirsty sponge. Sue was continually complimenting her to me, and to her husband. I helped her by giving her advise that I learned in my courses. Her questions always showed that she knew the underlying principals of finance. 

She asked my advise on investments of her money. She still was my personal maid, and seamstress, and I paid her every week. She put a large portion into her bank account, as the flat and its expenses, and our food were paid by me. 

Sue engaged her to sew for her as well. This gave her entrance to Sue's house and bedroom. She fitted Sue for dresses, and no one was the wiser if they dallied in bed from time to time. They were most discrete. Sue paid her handsomely for the beautiful gowns Betsy sewed for her. 

Sue invited me over to see the new dresses. Betsy, of course, knew how to design, and execute the gowns, and on Sue's splendid body they, and she were nothing short of spectacular. Her husband was enthralled by the results, as were her many friends. Betsy had to turn down other sewing jobs.

Sue continued to come to our flat to make love with one, or both of us. She was a gracious woman, and we came to love her dearly. 

We contacted Jeanne to send three sets of the dildos to us. She wrote asked to come to see us, and bring them with her. We were delighted. We told her that there was a different version of the harness that we knew she would find most satisfying. 

We asked Sue if she minded if Jeanne came at the same time she would be at our flat. She said she had no objection. She would like to meet her first before she agreed to let Jeanne join the three of us in bed. Betsy and I agreed that was wise.

To Be Continued...



My Very Personal Maid Ch. 6



Betsy and I met Jeanne at the train station on Friday afternoon. This would give us the weekend together, before I had to go back to school, and Betsy to work. She looked as ravishing as when we had last seen her. We all kissed decorously and hugged in the train station. 

We took her to our flat and she liked it at once. We helped her settle in into the spare bedroom. We talked and laughed. We mentioned Sue in passing, and told her that she would be by shortly, and take us all to dinner. Sue had heard so much about her, she was anxious to meet her. We did not let a word about our sexual relationship out. Sue was just a friend who happened to be Betsy's boss, and friend as well. 

Sue arrived at the appointed time, and she and Jeanne seemed to take an instant attraction to each other. Before we could arrive at the restaurant the two were laughing and talking like old friends. Betsy and I winked and grinned in relief. 

The dinner was superb. The conversation sparkling, with Jeanne and her delightful French accent, the center of conversation. She and Sue seemed made for each other. It was Sue who brought up the sexual relationship. We were seated at a table in the corner away from other diners, but still kept our conversation somewhat cryptic.

"I understand you brought some interesting erotic items with you from France. Did you have any problems with customs?" Sue asked Jeanne. 

Jeanne looked at Betsy and me. I nodded to her. "I see our friends have told you of our erotic relationship." Jeanne said with typical French frankness. "No problems, my luggage was not searched as I had hoped it would be. I would be delighted to see how your staid British Customs officials would 'handle' these items. Would they have to ask their purpose?" Jeanne said with a mischievous grin that had us all laughing. 

"While you are here, I have a gentleman who can make you a new harnesses for the delightful items. I assure you it will personally give you much pleasure, as Betsy and Diana will attest. I shall let you try it out and see if you approve." Sue told Jeanne, her hand resting on her arm. 

"She is too modest, she is the inventor, if you will of this new 'wrinkle'. It presses lightly on a most delightful spot. We have personally received much satisfaction from it, and highly recommend it." I told Jeanne. 

"You have my curiosity very much aroused, among other things. I can hardly wait to try this 'new wrinkle' out. Then I perceive that you are in the 'sisterhood'?" She asked turning to Sue.

"Yes, they must relate their wonderful plan that they used to lure me into their delightful clutches, yet be assured that I was the one compromised, and thus assure my silence. My husband does not know of my proclivities toward the fairer sex. Diana, was protecting her reputation, a very admirable point. She made two mistakes and I caught onto their delightful game." Sue said eyes sparkling with humor.

"They must tell me in most intimate detail. I assume they told you of our erotic delights in Paris, and in the French countryside." Jeanne asked.

"Yes, that and meeting you in person, told me you were a woman of taste and integrity. That is why I let you know of my relationship with them. They both think very highly of you. We seem to have kindred spirits. I had a very good first impression of you. I pride myself on my character evaluation. I am seldom wrong. 

"You have before you two ladies that have given you very high marks for character, as well as talents, that, I am most anxious to sample. They have described these talents in very glowing terms. Ladies shall we adjourn to your flat and sample the delights of true French cuisine?" Sue asked. We all laughed at her double-entendre. 

In Sue's coach Jeanne and Sue sat close together talking softly, but Sue seemed to do most of the talking. From her nods at us and the laughter we assumed that she was telling Jeanne of our plan to draw her into our net. Jeanne laughed delightfully, and reached over and patted my knee. By the time we got to the flat they were kissing and nuzzling softly like two lovers of long standing. We were absolutely delighted. 

Sue gave her driver instructions to return at midnight and gave him several coins and told him to have several pints on her. After he left she told us that that would assure his silence, for her husband forbid him to drink when he took her out. 

We went into the flat and I broke open a bottle of some of the best French champagne I had brought with us from France. I had obtained some ice, and iced several bottles down before we left, and it was cold and bubbly. We toasted each other and our long friendship. We had all had wine with our meal, and all but Jeanne seemed to feel no pain. We pulled down all of the blinds and proceeded to take off all of our clothes in the sitting room. 

Sue and Jeanne immediately moved together and began to kiss. Betsy and I moved to one side, and cuddled watching the two beautiful women together. Jeanne was as taken with Sue's fantastic body as we were. She murmured her admiration as she kissed and stroked Sue's splendid body. Jeanne's body drew much praise from Sue, and she returned the strokes and kisses. 

We let them kiss and caress for a long while, then took them by the hand and led them to our large bed. For the special night, I had put new black satin sheets on the bed. When the two lay down on it they were a wonderful contrast to its black sheen. Betsy and I moved on each side of them and watched and reached out to caress their bodies. 

They took their time kissing and fondling each other. Betsy and I both slipped a finger down to our own pussies and lightly stroked our clitties teasing them. They were in no hurry, and slowly brought their passions upward. With just a look, they turned and slid into a 69. 

Jeanne slid under Sue and pulled her on top. Sue dropped her mouth down and as Jeanne spread her lovely thighs, began to lick her new found friend's rosy pussy. Jeanne raised her head and lapped at Sue's perfect rose center. I heard Sue moan a moment later, as she found Jeanne's large swollen clitty, and Jeanne gasped as Sue sucked the large clitty between her talented lips. 

The room was quiet except for the sighs and little sucking noises, as the two beautiful women make love. Betsy and I watched, and stroked their bodies and our own aching clitties. We watched Sue slide two fingers inside Jeanne, and from her placement, knew she was reaching for the spot that Daisy had discovered.

Jeanne's body jerked, and she cried out as Sue stroked her hidden spot, and sucked and licked her clitty rapidly. A moment later she came explosively, her body shaking, and her head coming up from Sue's pussy. She cried out as she came, her beautiful face distorted with passion. Her head bowed back and a sheen of sweat broke out on her body. She must have climaxed three or four times before Sue stopped her passionate kisses and caresses. Jeanne went limp atop Sue and we two rolled her over. Her face was one of astonishment. We let her catch her breath.

"My God, you wonderful woman, what did you do to me? I never felt anything like it in my life. What did you do?" Jeanne asked, her face one of delightful puzzled astonishment. .

Sue kissed her slowly, and we three related what Daisy had discovered. She said she had felt it fleetingly a few times, but not long enough for her to isolate the feeling it produced. She asked us why we had not shown it to her when we made love to her in France. Betsy and I looked at each other, and said we had not thought of it then. We pleaded that she was such a wonderfully talented lover, and such a beautiful women, we had just not thought of it. She good-naturedly accepted our flattering answer. 

She realized that she had not finished making love to Sue. She pushed Sue back, and returned to making love to her beautiful body. She slid between Sue's spread thighs and licked her thighs while her fingers pulled at Sue's outer lips and slid inside her. 

Betsy and I moved to Sue, and we each took a breast, fondled, licked and sucked her nipples. With Jeanne sucking and finger fucking her, she quickly climaxed, particularly when Jeanne slid her fingers deep into her pussy and found the magic spot and rubbed it. Sue cried out her passion as three women make love to her beautiful body.

Her hips thrust up toward Jeanne's mouth and her cries filled the room. Jeanne's mouth covered her pussy and her fingers slid in and out. She led Sue from one climax to the other. I almost came just watching the exciting erotic spectacle. Jeanne slid her fingers out and licked Sue's red pussy for a long time. She slid up and we all kissed each other. 

"You, my Lovely Lady, have a very juicy pussy. It literally dripped your love juices. I can not remember one so juicy, or so tasty." Jeanne told Sue, her voice low and filled with passion. 

"Thank you, you beautiful temptress! It must have been your wonderful French lovemaking. I thought I would explode. You are a very talented lover. I am so glad Diana and Betsy met you. Your fingers inside did indeed hit the magic spot. Diana, do you think that is the reason my pussy was so juicy?" Sue asked turning to me.

"That well may be. I know when I make love to Betsy, and do not rub that spot, she does not produce near as much of her delicious love juice. When I do, she is a veritable fountain. I wonder if every woman has a spot that feels so good? I imagine most women do not know of it. Do all women know they have a clitoris?" I asked looking at Sue and Jeanne.

I brought more of the champagne in, and we sat on the bed for a while talking, and sipping the wonderful French wine. We had a long discussion, that seemed to say that many women never know that they have a clitty that could give them so much pleasure. 

"I had a friend who I visited for a while." Sue related. "We shared a room with twin beds. One night when I thought Bonnie was asleep I began to play with my sex and during my climax got a little too noisy. After I had finished Bonnie said she wished she could bring herself off like that. I asked if she rubbed her clitoris. She did not know what I was talking about. 

Bonnie was eighteen at the time. I went over to her bed and pulled up my night gown and showed her my clitoris. She pulled her gown up and I told her how to rub it and excite it. She played with it for several minutes and I showed her how to make it slide out of its sheath. She had a rather large clitoris and with a little instruction from me she soon had her first real climax. She was ecstatic."

"And did you make wonderful love with her?" Jeanne asked.

"Alas, no. She had a very proper upbringing and 'self abuse' was as far as she was willing to go. She would bring herself off three or four times a night though, while I was there. She kept me awake quite a few nights." Sue laughed. "I did join her in masturbation though, from my own bed! Bonnie later married and has four lovely children, and evidently a very happy marriage. She never mentioned it again, unfortunately." Sue said with a deep sigh. We all laughed at her exasperation. 

"I had a similar experience." Jeanne said. "One of my married friends told me that sex with her husband did nothing for her. I asked if she masturbated, and she said she had never done that. She had a very strict Catholic upbringing, and it was strictly forbidden. Her mother had warned her that fingers would rot off it she touched herself there, and she would surely go to Hell. Her sexual feelings was totally repressed. 

"We had a long talk and I convinced her that her mother was wrong and that masturbation was wonderful and very healthy. She asked if I would show her how. Of course I told her that that was impossible!?" Jeanne laughed. 

"I invited her to my home one day when my husband was gone. I plied her with good French wine, naturally, and got her in a very mellow mood. 

"I ran a hot bath for her and put fragrant oils and perfumes in it. She got in it and I lit candles and we drank more wine. I undressed and let her get used to seeing me naked. I bathed her body avoiding being blatantly aggressive, just a caress here and there, as if by accident. I toweled her off and led her to the bedroom. I had lit candles and pulled down the blinds. I had her lie down and I lay down on the bed beside her. I told her to do as I did, and slowly ran my hands over my body telling her to do the same, and just experience the feelings that it brought. . "I had her explore her body slowly, caressing it. You can imagine, I wished to make love to her beautiful body. She followed my every caress. She was soon feeling her passion rise. I let my fingers explore my pussy and she did the same. I told her to find her clitoris and stroke it. She tried and said she could not find it. Naturally I offered to find it for the poor woman. I parted her pussy lips and found her clitoris to be very small. I wet my finger and rolled it around and around. She told me that it felt very good. "Naturally I did not ask if she wanted me to stop. I continued to roll and rub it gently until she had a violent climax. When she had recovered, she told me that it was the first she had ever had a climax in her entire life. I asked if her husband ever kissed her on her pussy, and she said he did not. I told her that it was a pleasure not to be missed. She asked if I had been kissed there, and I told her I had, by men and women. She seemed shocked at that. 

"I told her to think of her pussy lips as just another pair of delightful lips that could be kissed. She blushed prettily and asked if I minded if I brought her to another climax. I kissed her lips gently and told her it would be my pleasure. I moved down and began to play with her small clitoris. I rolled it slowly and bent and kissed her thighs. She moaned when I did. I played with her clitoris for a long time, teasing it. Finally she asked in a faint timid voice if I would kiss her there. 

"I told her I would be happy to be the first to kiss her lovely sex. I got between her soft thighs, and very reluctantly preceded to kiss not only her sweet clitoris but her delicious pussy as well. I was glad no one was home for she screamed when she climaxed. I imagine the neighbors thought I was having a very wild sexual encounter, as I have been known to be very vocal during sex. 

"She could not thank me enough afterward. I purposely did not pursue it further, but a week later she came back, and this time we did make love. I taught her to let herself go, and soon after that she had her first climax with her husband. She insisted that her kiss her pussy and clitoris. "When he asked her were she learned that, she told him it was with another woman. Being a Frenchman, he wanted to include me in their lovemaking, something she refused. She and I still make love. Her husband approves as does mine. It improved her love life very much.

"Now her husband is very happy with her. She tells him the intimate details of our lovemaking, but never has told him who I am. So you see many women apparently do not know, or too afraid to try to find their pleasure center." Jeanne said finishing her erotic story. 

We all agreed that many women probably did not know they even had a clitoris. We had been sipping wine, and the conversation had naturally aroused our passions. Betsy and I had not had a climax so we asked Jeanne and Sue to make love to us with the dildos. They readily agreed. 

Since Jeanne had not tried the new dildo harnesses, we got them out and put one on her and Sue. She was very pleased with their fit and comfort. Betsy and I lay down and Jeanne mounted Betsy and Sue and I paired off. They kissed and caressed us till we were begging them to fuck us. They slid the dildos into us and quickly had us moaning and writhing in ecstasy. 

Jeanne was ecstatic with the harness and she had a very vocal climax, joining Betsy as she came. Sue brought me to a very intense climax, riding high and pressing the dildo against my sensitive spot. She too had a climax just after I did.

"That is the first climax I have ever had while using the dildo on a woman. I have used them many times with my friends but this is wonderful. It pressed so well, and just the right amount of pressure on my clitoris. Sue, you are truly a genius." Jeanne said kissing Sue. "I wish to meet this man who makes them for you. I wish to take at least half a dozen back with me to France. All my lady friends will want one. Diane had told me of the harness, but to try it is fantastic." Jeanne gushed. We all laughed with her, and her enthusiasm. 

Nothing would do but for her to use it on Sue. We helped Sue take her harness off, and kissed and caressed her till she was ready again for a climax. This time Jeanne got behind her and mounted her from the rear. We sat and watched as she used her practiced, and knowledgeable thrusts to thoroughly fuck Sue's lovely body. She moved her hips to ride against Sue's magic spot. She timed it so that they both came at the same moment. Betsy and I watched fascinated at the two beautiful women fucking so erotically. 

We drank more wine and talked. Too quickly the time ran out and Sue had to leave. She invited us all to her home the next day for luncheon. Afterward we would all show Jeanne the sights of Cambridge, and the surrounding countryside. 

After Sue left, Jeanne could not thank Betsy and I enough for introducing her to Sue. We told her that we both thought highly of her, and Sue, and had thought that the two wonderful women had so much in common. We were thrilled that they had been so congenial, and attracted to each other sexually. 

As much sexual activity as we had enjoyed, Jeanne wound up making passionate love to Betsy and I. She said she could not think of a better way to thank us. Neither could we. We fell asleep, all three nestled happily together in our bed. 

The next morning we crowded into the shower and there was much giggling and fingers playfully wandering into delightful hollows and on slippery hills. 

We dressed casually for luncheon at Sue's. Her carriage picked us up, and Jeanne was thrilled by the sights. I had the driver take us by the University so Jeanne could see it. We arrived at Sue's large lovely house, set back on a large wooded lot. Sue's servants welcomed us, and showed us into to the large well appointed parlor. 

Sue's husband was there, and greeted Betsy and I very cordially. Jeanne seemed to take his breath away, and Betsy and I were amused by his unusually clumsy greeting to the French visitor. Sue could not help but notice, and rolled her eyes when he became overly effusive toward Jeanne, after overcoming his lapse of aplomb. Jeanne returned his attention after an aside wink to Sue. We all enjoyed the show that Jeanne put on for him, and our benefit. She soon had him literally eating out of her hand, and almost panting. 

The luncheon was in the sumptuous back yard. Sue's kitchen staff had spared no effort, and the tables were set with all kinds of delicious food and drink. We had eaten a very light breakfast and were all famished. We managed to do credit to the food, and had a delightful meal. Mr. Mason could not do enough for Jeanne, making sure her plate and glass were always full. The poor man made an utter ass of himself.

Jeanne made it a point to add to his discomfiture. She bent over giving him tantalizing glimpses of her well shaped bosom, and her shapely ankles. Sue and I had to turn around several times to keep from openly laughing. Sue took this in good-naturedly, knowing Jeanne was just playing with her husband. None of us could miss the growing bulge in his trousers. 

Sue finally put a stop to it by 'accidentally' spilling a whole pitcher of iced lemonade in his lap, sending him into the house to change his pants. We all had to bite our lips to keep from howling with laughter. The maids had noticed, and suppressed giggles at the turn their mistress had done to the master. 




My Very Personal Maid Ch. 6



When Mr. Mason returned, after a change of clothes, he was chastened and almost avoided Jeanne, a point not lost on anyone. The rest of the luncheon went well. We all complemented Sue, and the staff on the delicious luncheon. 

We climbed in Sue's coach, and she took us on a tour of Cambridge. It seemed where ever we went men and women called out, or waved at Sue. Even the most humble tipped their hats and greeted Mrs. Mason. Our admiration of her grew, if that was possible.

We went down to the River Cam, wandered through The Backs, the beautiful gardens along the river behind the University. We took a punt out on the lovely river. The punt was polled by a handsome well muscled young man, who we learned went to the Trinity, and polled on Saturdays and Sundays. He was delighted to have four lovely ladies in his boat. He took us under the wooden Mathematical Bridge that had been built in 1749 without the use of a single nail. 

He told of the Romans that had been here in ancient times. He seemed particularly taken with Jeanne and her lovely French Accent. He paid Betsy and I quite a bit of attention when he found I was enrolled in the University. 

Sue's carriage had been keeping up with us where possible on land, and we thanked our poller, and paid him well for his time and delightful banter, and knowledge of the river and town. Sue took us to several of the churches and ancient buildings of the town. I had not seen many of them, and Sue and I were well pleased with the tour of the city where we now lived. 

As the sun set, we went back to Sue's house for dinner. Her husband seemed chastened by his prior bad manners, and was subdued during dinner. We had a delightful dinner. We four ladies were in good spirits and Jeanne was a sparkling conversationalist. The food was superb. We took our leave, and Sue took us back to our flat. She dismissed the coachman telling him to return at midnight. We went in and soon were in the bedroom naked and in the large bed. 

We had each had several glasses of wine with our meal and were all a little giddy. We kissed and fondled bodies in random, at times I did not know who's lips were kissing my pussy, or whose my fingers were exploring. It was very exciting and wonderful to feel all the soft feminine flesh pressing against our bodies. 

"Lets play a game!" Sue said. "Lets blindfold one of us, and the other three will kiss and caress them, and perhaps place their pussies over the blindfolded ones mouth. She must guess who it is. There can be no feeling with hands as that would be a giveaway, as we are all so unique in body."

We quickly agreed that it sounded like fun. 

"And what shall be the penalties, or rewards?" I asked.

"If she guesses wrong, then she looses her place, If she guesses right, then that woman has to bring her to a climax with her mouth. Does that sound fair?" Jeanne asked looking around. 

We all agreed on the rules. I went to the pantry and found a broom. I pulled four straws and made one shorter. I mixed them up behind my back and the others each drew one. I wound up with the short straw. There were good-natured calls of foul, but I was chosen to go first. Betsy got a silk scarf and tied it around my eyes. I lay on the bed and she tied another around my hands then to the top of the bed. 

I had never been bound, and blindfolded, and it felt strange. I of course, trusted all present and relaxed. Hands moved over my body, I felt breasts slide over my flesh. Then the bed shifted and I felt soft wet flesh press lightly against my mouth. I slid my tongue out, and into the center. The wonderful odor of an aroused pussy filled my nostrils. I licked my tongue up and down. Who was it? 

The wet flesh moved up and down my lips. I sniffed and ran my tongue out and contacted a firm small anal ring. I heard a soft gasp. I moved my head upward and found a large firm clitty at the top of the pussy. I sucked it gently then flicked it with my tongue. The owner gasped. "It's Jeanne!" I said against her tender flesh.

"You are right. How could you tell?" Sue asked as she slipped the blindfold from my eyes. 

"By her delicious pussy, and her tight little anus. . No, you all have delicious pussies, by her large clitty." I told the smiling faces around me. Again the playful cries of 'foul'. 

"No" said Sue. "We let her have too much leeway. But she wins. "Jeanne has to bring you to a climax. 

"Untie my hands," I said. "No, you cheated a little. You have to stay tied, and we'll blindfold you again. This will make it much more interesting I think you will see." Jeanne said smiling up from between my thighs. The blindfold was applied over my eyes again. I good-naturedly lay back expectant. 

What I did not know until later was that Jeanne motioned Sue and Betsy to kiss and caress me at the same time. I sighed as Jeanne's soft lips kissed my inner thighs. A moment later two pairs of soft knowing lips took a nipple and began to suck and tongue. Six hands moved over my body. The feeling was wonderful. From time to time a pair of lips left my now aching breasts and kissed my lips, and a tongue probed in my mouth. 

Jeanne's talented lips and tongue were paying homage to my pussy, and two fingers slipped inside me rotating. A moment later I felt a soft probing at my anus, and one of the smaller dildos, well lubricated, slid in my back passage. 

The sensation of being bound and blindfolded and not being able to tell what was being done, or who was doing what to my body, was wonderful. Each sensation was new and unexpected. My breasts were being kissed, and kneaded by two pair of hands. Three pair of lips, and three tongues were moving over, and into my body. I cannot describe the sensations that they produced. It was erotically unique and very wonderful. 

I thrust my hips upward, and my body bowed as I began to climax. The three women quickened their caresses and kisses, while the dildo slid sensually faster into my back passage. Jeanne's lips and tongue assaulted my swollen and sensitive clitty. Her fingers inside me moved slightly, and found my magic spot and rubbed. I exploded, my cries of joy and passion resounded in the room. 

The sensations from three women was so exciting, that I came again and again, unable to stop. Finally I cried out and fell back still, and knew nothing, as I had fainted from the exotic feelings that overloaded my senses. I came to several minutes later to find Sue bathing my face with a cold wash cloth. All three were close, concern on their faces. 

"Ohh", I moaned. "That was the most wonderful feeling I have ever had. I thought I had died and gone to heaven."

"Heaven had nothing to do with that my Cheri!" Jeanne laughed. We all joined her. 

"Jeanne is next." Betsy said. Jeanne lay back and took the scarf and tied it over her eyes. Sue tied her hands together and to the head of the bed. I caressed her along with Sue and Betsy till my quivering body regained it's strength. We enjoyed teasing her. We rubbed our breasts across her face and lips. 

With signals we indicated for Betsy to move over her head, and lower her sweet pussy onto Jeanne's mouth. She placed her pussy against Jeanne's lips but we would not let her move her mouth. She slipped her tongue up inside Betsy and Betsy lowered her body slightly. Jeanne sucked her core and sucked her lips. 

"It is the delightful, and very tasty, as you English say - 'wench' known as Betsy." Jeanne announced turning her head slightly. We untied her.

Before we could ask she said, "She tastes delightful, but her beautiful black pussy hair is not of the same texture as you other beautiful blonde ladies. I have noticed that each time I buried my face between her soft thighs and feasted on her pussy. We French are connoisseurs of such things. Each of you three lovely ladies has a very distinct flavor and smell. I can tell you in a moment." Jeanne boasted. 

"I do not believe it, you lovely French beauty. I challenge you." Sue said with a false haughty look. "Blindfold her again. This time we three will each slide a finger into a pussy and Jeanne will have to smell and lick our fingers to tell who's pussy they have been in." Jeanne accepted the challenge. 

We agreed, but decided that we would first have to wash our hands well, for our fingers had been in every one's pussies, including, in some cases, our own. We quickly washed our hands and came back in the room. Sue and I slid a finger into each other. Betsy slid her finger into her own pussy. We went to the bed where Jeanne lay still tied to the bed.

With out a word I moved over her and ran my finger under her nose. "Yes, now slip your finger into my mouth." I complied. She sucked it and I felt her tongue slide up and down it. "It is the beautiful and very wonderful Sue's pussy, this finger has been in." She was correct but we did not acknowledge it.

Betsy moved to her and she repeated the experiment. "Ah, the delightful and beautiful Diana with the sweet flavored pussy." She correctly called.

Sue reached down and slid her finger into her own pussy. She moved it to Jeanne. Jeanne took it into her mouth and laughed. "You English have no honor. I am helpless, a prisoner, and you try to trick me. This is the beautiful and toothsome Sue's love juices again. Now be fair, where is Betsy's delightful pussy juices?" 

Betsy moved close and put her finger under Jeanne's nose, then into her mouth. "Yes, the petite beauty Betsy, with the full rounded breasts, and sweet pussy that flows with nectar." Jeanne said licking her lips. We dissolved into laughter and untied her.

"We French do have a discerning palate. Though it is not usually tested in such an exotic manner. Though I do find this contest a joy to engage in. I shall have to try it at home." Jeanne said pulling us to her and kissing us. 

"Jeanne won the contest fair and square. Now we three have the odious duty to make love to her." Betsy said laughing . 

Sue and I agreed. "I volunteer the unwanted duty of kissing her delicious pussy. You two wenches will have all the fun of kissing her breasts and lips." Sue said as she slipped down to spread Jeanne's lovely thighs. We put the blindfold around he head, but this time did not bind her hands.

Betsy and I kissed her lips and sucked her firm breasts, while our hands stroked and kneaded her breasts. Her nipples came erect as we sucked them, and we could feel her breasts swell under our hands. Sue skillfully sucked and tongued her sweet pussy. She slid a slender dildo into her back passage and we three had her writhing and moaning, as we made love to her sensuous body. Her cries of passion echoed in the room as we redoubled our efforts to give her the maximum amount of pleasure. She came at least three times before she cried 'enough.' 

I brought some more champagne in, and we drank while Jeanne recovered from her intense lovemaking session. Sue was next to receive the attentions of three women. Betsy elected to attend to her sweet pussy. Jeanne and I kissed her erotic breasts. We kissed her lips, and from time to time kissed each other. Betsy's flicking, vibrating tongue, and a dildo inserted into her tight nether hole quickly had her on fire. Her beautiful body writhed and bucked as we brought her to a number of violent, and I'm sure, completely satisfying orgasms. 

Betsy was next, and I elected to move down to her delicious and thoroughly wet pussy. Her clitty was swollen and firm. Jeanne and Sue quickly had her beautiful round breasts swollen, and the nipples firm and erect. She found the experience of being bound and blindfolded as erotic as I had. 

We three make love to her already excited body, and I slid the dildo in and out of her lovely back passage while I sucked her swollen clitty, and finger fucked her. I pressed against her sensitive spot at the end, and as she came, was rewarded by her abundant pussy juices which I caught in my eager sucking mouth.

Her sexual appetite was almost insatiable. We three brought her to what must have been at least five straining and sobbing climaxes, before she had enough. When she had regained her composure and strength, we all decided that the experience of having three women making love to us was a truly spectacular success. 

I brought out another bottle of iced champagne, and we celebrated our love feast with a toast to women in general, and in particular to those present. 

"Sue, you have seven women in your group of women friends, have you ever had them all make love to you at the same time.?" I asked.

"Yes, the 'initiation' of a new member is for her to be made love by all present. We also do it when one has a birthday. It is wonderful feeling to have six women make love to you at the same time. The addition of three more lips and six more hands does not add all that much more sensation to the pleasure you receive though. There is a point where your body is inundated by too many sensations at once. The feeling should be experienced though, at lease once in your life." Sue told us. "Jeanne, have you experienced this?" She asked our lovely visitor.

"Not by six women. Only four women, and only once. I was also on the receiving end of three men and two women." She said. We begged her to tell us what happened. 

"My husband and I were in Monaco visiting a friend and his wife. They and another couple, friends of theirs, went with us to the casino. I won ten thousand franks at the roulette wheel. We went back to their beautiful villa to celebrate. The wine flowed freely, and we wound up in their garden pond, all swimming in the nude. They thought it only fitting for me to be made love to by all there. My husband and I both agreed. 

"We went into their bedroom which had a huge bed, and mirrored walls. I became the center piece. The men decided who should have my pussy, my backside and my breasts. Since I had won all the money it was decided that I should not have to 'work' by sucking one of the men off. 

"I lay atop one gentleman who entered my backside. My pussy was entered by the well endowed host which the two women had licked and sucked till I was more than ready for him. My husband slid his large cock between my breasts. "The two women kissed my lips and breasts and held them tightly against his thrusting cock. It was a most enjoyable experience which I enjoyed immensely. The feeling of having both of my bodily cavities filled with hard cocks was wonderful. Having the women kissing me and my breasts added to the thrill. 

"After I had climaxed several times, and the men had 'cum' inside and outside me, they fucked the ladies to several climaxes also. It was a spectacular evening." Jeanne said finishing her story.

"I take it your husband is not the jealous type?" Sue asked.

"Oh, no. We have an agreement. We both may take our pleasure where, and with whom we wish. The only stipulation is discretion, and of course with people who will not end up giving us socially unacceptable diseases. We are by no means given to bedding just anyone. 

"We have a very good sex life, but if we meet a person who attracts us we feel free to take pleasure with, in my case him or her. I tend to go usually with the ladies. I have had very few liaisons with men. There is no jealousy, and we usually discuss our encounters freely, and in detail. We find it adds spice to our lovemaking.

"I am sure that my telling of this trip and my many delightful lovemaking sessions with you lovely ladies, will be a topic for quite a while. I like to give him bits and pieces to enhance our lovemaking. I just hope the dear love can stand all the strain of these delightful encounters being told in great detail! I am sure in my absence he will have several encounters to tell me." Jeanne said laughing.

We all thought it wonderful that the two had no jealousy toward each other in their rather 'unconventional' marital relationship, according to our staid English mores.

We finished our evening of intense lovemaking by one last encounter. We formed the "daisy chain" and all had one last totally satisfying climax together. Sue slipped into the bathroom and quickly washed her body so as not to cause her husband to suspect that our evening had been anything but innocent. We all kissed her goodnight, and discretely watched her coach depart. She promised to come for us the early next afternoon, and we would ride into the countryside. 

We three agreed that the night had been one of total delight. We had one last glass of wine and slipped together into bed gloriously nude, totally spent, very inebriated, and very happy. 

Sunday morning we slept late, then crowded into the shower and washed each other thoroughly. We all playfully shied away from trying to arouse each other, though soft fingers still soaped our friends intimate anatomy. We had all had a great deal of sex the evening before. 

Jeanne cooked us a delightful and delicious French breakfast. There was much hilarity as we relived the previous day and evenings, erotic happenings. We all laughed as we recounting Sue's husbands attentions to Jeanne, and the drowning of his hardening cock by the iced lemonade. 

Sue arrived shortly after noon. We had dressed casually. The coach carried us into the lovely countryside. The day was warm and there was a gentle breeze, cottony clouds floated in the blue English sky. 

"Jeanne, you really set my husband on fire. He could not keep his hands off of me when I arrived home, even though it was well after midnight. I would have none of it. I told him he had made a total ass of himself over you at luncheon, and shamed himself in front of the servants. I made him sleep in the guest bedroom." We applauded her action. 

We rode deeper into the countryside. The rolling hills were green and beautiful. Sue was taking us to their farm, and summer cottage near the River Cam. There were a few servants, but Sue assured us that they would not be there, as they always had Sundays off except for the ones who fed the cattle twice a day, and they would not be back until early evening. 

Her staff had made a picnic luncheon for us. The coachman unloaded three baskets and Sue dismissed him until later in the afternoon. We took the three baskets and followed her down a well trod lane toward the river. We were like children let out from school. We sang and laughed and told ribald stories. Under a spreading tree, on a knoll overlooking the river, we spread a blanket and cloth, and laid out the picnic luncheon. The staff had included wine, cheeses, meats, bread and fruit. 

We watched an occasional boat or barge slip by headed out to sea. Cambridge had once been a substantial port, but the coming of the railroad had cut into its seaport status. After we had finished Sue led us to a secluded brook that was off the river and hidden by willow trees. We waded into the water and Jeanne was the first to shed her clothes. We all followed suit and the trees hid us from prying eyes. We reveled in the seclusion and swam in a large pool of clear cool water.. We decided not to make love here as someone might happen by. It lifted all our spirits to break the taboos and swim naked in the beautiful brook. We lay on the sand drying afterward.

We went back to the farm, and Sue showed us around the well kept barns and buildings. We took a scenic winding route back to our flat where Sue dismissed the coachman until later that evening. 

We went inside and rested for a while from our journey. We talked, and after a time drifted into the bedroom. Clothes disappeared, and today the lovemaking was slow and leisurely. We left the dildos in their case, and just kissed and caressed, using tongues and fingers. I enjoyed making love to Jeanne again. Sue and Betsy made slow and unhurried love beside us. There was none of the passionate group lovemaking of the previous evening. 

Much later we dressed, had a light meal and took a walk before darkness set in. Returning, we talked for a long while, till Sue had to return home. She invited Jeanne and Betsy to come to her home the next day and visit with her, and they would go shopping.. I had classes so I was unable to join them, much as I would wish to. 




My Very Personal Maid Ch. 6



Jeanne stayed two more days. The final evening we went to dinner, then came back to gentle lovemaking. Sue and Betsy took Jeanne to the train station the following day and saw her off. Sue promised to go to Paris to visit her, without her husband. One lady visiting another. Betsy said all three shed tears at the parting, and they all promised to write. 

This was three years ago. I have since graduated with highest honors from the University. Sue's husband invited me to join his company but I declined. Auntie is now much older than the three years time that has elapsed, as it has taken its toll on her fail body. I now administer the estate. I am the sole heir to her estate, and have been instigating ways to hold the estate together. The land is valuable, but we shall not sell off the estate piecemeal.

I have modernized the production of many things on the estate, and we now raise prime Angus beef cattle for sale. Production is up, and every year brings in more profits. Some of the "gentlemen" landholders frowned on a woman running the estate. Women should certainly not be in the unseemly business of breeding cattle, according to them. In the last year, many have come to me for advice on improving their own estates. Others have gone bankrupt, too proud to ask help from a woman whose estate is the example of stellar management techniques. 

Betsy still works for me. She is now the head of the household staff. Her investments have paid off handsomely, and she works for me out of loyalty and love. She is a shrewd business woman in her own right, and quite well off financially. Woe to any trades person who tries to shortchange her in household goods, or services. She is strict, but very kind to the household staff, and they all adore her. Her skills as a superb seamstress are still used sparingly by me and several of my friends. She could easily leave me, open her own seamstress business, and make double what I pay her, but she refuses. 

Daisy is married, and is now the mother of two sets of twins, beautiful children, two boys, and two girls. Her strong handsome husband, the farrier, is a hardworking man who's services I use when ever I can. They live in a cottage on the estate, and I let them have the house at no cost, as she is still an employee of the estate. Daisy still takes care of Auntie and we could not do with out her. 

Betsy and I are still careful, discrete lovers. We live in one wing of the large house, in separate, but connecting rooms, so there is no fear of discovery of our amorous escapades. Daisy joins us at infrequent times. Her body is lush, more exotic, if possible. Her childbearing has added new eroticism to her beautiful breasts. They are larger and beautifully low slung now, the nipples longer and larger, her areolas even larger and more beautiful. Her stomach still is softly rounded, and her pussy as sweet, and abundantly juicy as ever. Her husband still does not know of her Sapphitic side.

Sue invited me into her intimate group of lovely women. I attend their lovemaking sessions whenever I am able to get away. They are a delightful group of loving women, all well schooled in the art of Sappho. My initiation, of having them all make love to me at the same time, was a hallmark event in my erotic love life. 

Sue, Betsy, Jeanne and I are still frequent visitors to each other. I do not get to Paris as much as I would like, but Jeanne visits Sue from time to time, and Betsy and I always make time to see, and make love to her. She is as delightful and irrepressible as always. 

So you have the saga of a chance erotic encounter between the English Maid, and the English Mistress, that turns into a long association of a different nature. What prompted me to ask Daisy to remove her clothing that night, has never been clear to me. Perhaps it was the hormonal levels in my body at the time. Perhaps a lusty whim. 

Daisy was more than willing to make love to me that eventful knight. She was also very willing to bring her female lover into the fold. If she had rebuffed me that erotic evening, I might have never known the sexual joys of female companions, and enjoyed the love of these wonderful women I now call friends and lovers. 

The End